Next morning
"Oh my god… so cute," Aunt Lyla exclaimed the moment she saw them. Her hands flew straight to her chest as if her heart might burst from the sight. Sable stood there looking like a tiny, cute gentleman in his crisp white shirt, which was tucked neatly into little pants that fit him just right. His cheeks were round and full, and he was practically beaming. Right beside him stood Lucien, calm and steady, wearing a white shirt and pants that were just the same. He looked very serious about it all. Even Dante was part of the picture, dressed in a plain, simple shirt of the same light color, looking elegant without even trying. Together, the three of them looked like they had stepped right out of a beautiful painting or a fancy family photograph.
"Mom told us to wear the same," Lucien announced very seriously, his tone making it clear this had been a very important instruction that they had followed to the letter.
