"Ahn!" I cried, arching my back. "Sebastian, not so hard!"
He remained behind me, a low smile crossing his face. "You can handle everything, but you can't handle this, my lord?"
"It's too big!" I told him, breathing shakily. "I can't!"
He just ch...
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Episode 5 - The Mark of the Eye
"Master," I said as I entered her office, and she gazed up from her desk, clearly haven been writing something, "you got a letter."
She sighed and put her pen down. "Who's it from?"
I gazed down, tipping it to the side. "It doesn't say, my lord. It just states that it's from Paris."
"Paris?" she echoed in confusion. "That's odd." She then held out her hand. "Give it."
I stepped over to her and set it in her palm, and she took it as I stepped backwards and remained standing.
"Dear, Lord Phantomhive," she read, muttering the words, "we're here to inform you that...." She trailed off as she read further, continuing quietly.
Her eyes suddenly widened then, and she set the paper down, looking a little worse for wear.
"Master?" I said with a smile.
She gazed up at me then, eyes narrowing into a glare. "What did you do?"
"Me?" I echoed, laughing softly. "Whatever do you mean?"
"You knew this letter was from my family, you idiot!" she hissed, continuing to glare. "They're coming into town for my birthday! Something that I'd like to avoid!"
"Avoid?" I said, smiling still. "But, my lord, it's your birthday. Surely you'd like to spend time with your family."
"I don't like social gatherings, Sebastian," she growled. "And you invited them, didn't you?"
I kept the smile, closing my eyes. "Whatever do you mean, my lord?"
"Don't play dumb with me," she snapped. "It says so in the letter! My grandmother stated that 'your butler was kind enough to invite us to celebrate'!"
I parted my lashes then. "Well, that's unfortunate. I was hoping to keep this a surprise."
"You're planning a party without my permission?" Yumi said, slamming her hands on the table. "Let alone inviting my family? How DARE you?"
"Master," I said, lowering my lashes, "may I remind you that you're a Phantomhive? You need social interaction to keep your position, young master. Now... I know you don't like to be around your family, but you have to learn to put on a fake face every once and a while."
She just gritted her teeth, sinking back in her seat. "Did you have to invite my grandmother?"
I just smiled. "Why ever not, my lord?"
She just set her face in her hands, groaning in annoyance.
I watched in amusement.
She threw her head back against her chair, continuing to groan as she caught her hair between her hands and ruffled it in annoyance.
