In his hand, Lucien looks at a diamond necklace with dangling, white, gold, stars as decorations. It was too fancy for his taste. Thus, he had to rent the whole inn to bring it out.
"Dada."
"Dad!"
Thab! Thab!
Lucien didn't know when his heart last moved like this. During the days with his mother? No! His heart never moved this sweet and pained.
He tried to compose himself, but his face remained chapfallen.
"How are you doing, my daughters?"
He didn't expect to hear much, but the replies were pleasant.
"Dada! Alive and well!?"
"Dad, did you enter the necklace?"
'She must be the eldest...'
This daughter of his is supposed to be three. Moreover, she was born in the same year his mother died, he wouldn't forget that. In his calculations, she must have been born between the first to fifth days of the month called Funa.
Smiling, Lucien swallows his saliva. What could he say? This is more dreadful than meeting the Yotram in an oninomon. Nonetheless, he has to say something.
