SPECIAL DAY

The moon merges with the shimmering stars and consumes the night with a palpitating aura of magical enlightenment. Sitting next to the window, the maiden looking at the constellation of stars, can't help but stretch out her hand, facing the sky of the serene night. It seems to use the bright scorpion to tell a beautiful fairy tale. It perfectly matches her pair of midnight eyes twinkling in delight. She can't wait to have the precious thing in her hand she desires for a long time. Ever since the tall, paled woman arrived and met Yelena at the boutique, Sumire has noticed that Trevor is always out of his character. The man frequently delays if he answers her. He had a pale complexion and his hands were as cold as ice. He always gets jumpy every time she touches him and couldn't sit still. Even the blind person can feel the young man's fear of his older sister. Sumire couldn't understand why Trevor was terrified of his sister but she didn't bother to find out more, especially since Yelena was so kind to her. She is the person who personally took care of her in the boutique. She had a friendly and very sweet aura around her and is also approachable even though she was a bit intimidated by her earlier.

"Are you okay?"

Sumire asked Trevor worriedly when they were finally left alone in the passenger seat. Yelena spoke to the pilot captain and they are currently on board a pripvate plane owned by her. The inside of the private jet was oozing ostentatiousness and the curtains blend in perfectly with the maroon carpet. The aircraft is sleek silver and emblazoned with her acronym, “YG,’ written in big black letters across the side of the plane. Yelena always makes sure everything is picture-perfect. Coincidentally, she has the same interest as Yelena. The woman loves Death's paintings too and she also has an invitation like her.

"Yes."

Trevor's short response as he looked around suspiciously. Sumire was not convinced by his answer but she was no longer asking the young man when Yelena suddenly appeared in front of them with a food trolley.

Sumire smiled when she noticed what Yelena was wearing. She was dressed beautifully in a stewardess uniform and that beautiful smile on her lips never ceases. Yelena has the face and body of a model but Sumire's beauty is ethereal and has a body of perfection.

"I'm your personal attendant. And always at your service."

Yelena said in a formal, friendly tone with great enthusiasm. Amused, Sumire chuckled lightly as Yelena finally merge at the role she was playing.

"It suits you." Sumire genuinely compliments her and Yelena's smile reaches from ear to ear.

"This is my childhood dream. To be a flight attendant and travel around the globe." Yelena replied and fixed her scarf on her neck before she slowly seated next to Trevor.

"Why didn't you pursue it?" The maiden asked, seemed curiously calm when Yelena suddenly sat up straight and stared into her eyes, deeply and meaningfully.

"Coz I have a bigger dream," Yelena replied. Sumire smirked at what she heard. 'She's truly an ambitious woman.'

"May I know?" Sumire asked, and she continues. Yelena glanced slightly at her brother who was sitting quietly without throwing them a single glance before turning her attention to the maiden.

"I want to be a leader in the top 1 criminal organization but that dream seems impossible if my parents are still breathing alive."

Yelena responded in a serious tone, but despite its composed and calm demeanor, Sumire just laughed at her answer.

Yelena stared at the maiden again who still has an infectious belly laugh. 'This young, naive and weak girl takes it as a joke. I bet it never entered her mind that she would meet her death tonight ... 'Yelena uttered sinisterly. She had never liked Sumire's laughter and it annoys her ears.

"I thought only men had such silly dreams. You're the first woman I've heard about it."

Sumire said honestly and compose herself on her seat, wiping the small tears escape from the corner of her eyes. She crosses her legs in front of the siblings and slightly tilts her head to the side.

"How about you? What is your childhood dream?" Yelena asked, uncomfortably swerving the subject while Dieu looked away but he could still hear the conversation between the two ladies.

"I wanna die," Sumire replied bluntly. Yelena was caught off guard by her answer. 'What a peculiar dream, ' her eyes slowly widened.

Creep crawled all over her flesh and bones down to the pit of her stomach. An aura so cold Yelena drawback away. Sumire's aura drew her gaze and left Yelena feeling slightly addled. For the first time, Yelena felt fear when she met Sumire's dead gaze. Her eyes were so dull, she seemed almost lifeless. Even Trevor who was listening to them whose head lowered now looked up and stared at the maiden.

"How could you say that?" Trevor seemed deaf to what he heard. He unbelievably stares at the maiden like she said nothing wrong.

Yelena smiled when Trevor finally spoke. Her brother’s timing is on point especially since she is not comfortable with Sumire’s answer. Yelena doesn’t see that side in the maiden especially since she sees Sumire as a typical spoiled brat.

"So you can talk," Yelena said looking at her brother next to her who was now staring at Sumire intently and quietly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't feel well earlier," Trevor replied to her sister sparingly that Sumire's gaze drifted on him.

"Is that really it?" Sumire asked, brows slightly narrowed and hesitating Trevor's answer.

"Yes." The young man replied that their gazes entangled for a long second as he could not meet his sister scrutinizing eyes.

"Are you sure? Because Yelena and I can just go to the Viccini Auc--." Sumire was cut off when Yelena's wicked grin widened and did not escape from Trevor's peripheral view. The young man was alarmed.

"No!" Trevor quickly disrupted and his voice was raised which startled the maiden. 'I won't allow her to go with my sister. Not in my watch.' Trevor uttered in his mind as his jaw clenched. Eyes filled with questions and completely astounded by his reaction, Sumire stared at him.

"O-okay." Sumire slightly stuttered, mixed with a surprised gaze cast upon the restless Trevor on the seat. Yelena, on the other hand, rolled her eyes as she sip the glass of champagne she brought for the maiden.

"Don't mind him," Yelena said and never glance at his brother who was now looking paranoid in his seat. She and Sumire talked back in normal conversation.

Boarded in Yelena's private plane headed to their destination, Mort standing hot and magnificent in his black expensive suit under the crescent moonlight with a horde of stars gleamed like countless fireflies in the veil of darkness. It matches his raven cloak stirred by the gentle, serene wind in the private runaway port. He walked with a tiger-like tread and his emerald-green orbs glistened in the dark. Handsome in an understated way, his hair is sexily sleek in perfection like a magazine model as he approaches his men in black busy preparing everything for their walks to Viccini Auction House. He exuded an aura of authority and power. They all bowed in respect and submission. Walking back and forth, to and fro as they loaded tons of fireworks, dozen of boxes on his phantom private plane along with oversized and expensive gifts for Sumire. Most of these are humungous human-size teddy bears and many more.

When Klauss, Laurel, Leroy, and Lyric finished packing their belongings and stuff, Mort peek at his expensive black and gold wristwatch in his left hand to check the time.

"7:00 o'clock," Mort hummed to himself and turned his gaze to his younger sister, Mischa. The young lassie was also looking up at him and smiling sweetly making Mort slightly frown.

"What?" Mort asked his sister. Mischa shook her head as Laurel raised an eyebrow looking down at her as she stood tall by the young lady's side.

"Where's your gift for your sister-in-law?" Curious, Laurel asked the girl who just keep on smiling. Mischa's striking pair of ocean-green eyes sparkle meaningfully. Both hands crossed her chest.

"You creep us out with that smile of yours," Leroy said that Mischa rolled her eyes at what she heard.

"So, where is your present?" Lyric seconded standing next to his twin holding a box of chocolates and looking at the little lassie from the head down to toe. Mischa turned her attention to him.

"Me?" Mischa revealed to them in a form of a question that all eyes were darted on her questioningly like she was standing under the golden spotlight. Everyone was stunned except for her brother, Mort.

"What do you mean you are?" Lyric added that his one eyebrow arched. Mischa rolled her eyes again for the second time.

"Myself." Mischa's sparing answer once scoffs. 'These bunch of primitive cretins ....' Klauss raised an eyebrow at what he heard.

"Yes, we all know that but how did you become present?" Leroy asked hands thrust into the pocket that Mischa's mouth left hanging open in astonishment as if she was surrounded by a bunch of idiots.

"Guys, she needs me. I'm the only one who can help her to score with my brother." Mischa replied that she couldn't help rolling her eyes over and over again at the giants with her. She was standing oozing so much confidence and charisma. ‘I have a right to everything that I want.’

"So you're telling us you want to waste that anthropoid's penny on you?" Klauss asked directly looking at Mischa in disbelief. Mort who was silent, stared at his younger sister acting naughtily again. He knew how his sister's mind works and her behavior so well than anyone else and he was not surprised at all. Born with a silver spoon in her mouth and the lone daughter of the most powerful clan, the feared Aslanov family, just like Sumire, his sister grew spoiled and a brat. She is usually given things she wants. Mort provides everything for her ever since she was a child although the existence of his little sister is annoying to him. Mischa always disrupted his work and later steal a huge amount of money from him. She also had his paintings sold secretly and dealt with the mobster. Mischa is a genius kid and had the mind of an entrepreneur at the age of 5. His sister is always fascinated by money. Bundles of money.

"What do you mean by waste? She's a walking bank. Spending a few boxes is nothing to her." Mischa replied and smirk triumphantly at the scene etched in her mind. She's gonna have a bounty sooner or later. Mort's face gets darker than the night sky as he stares down at his sister coldly with complete indifference and detached.

"If you do that, I'll freeze all your bank accounts." Mort threatened his sister in a deep warning tone and all eyes gazed up at him, overwhelmed by the compelling aura around him. He turned around and walked towards the nearest private plane. All his men line up and bow their heads as he walks on the red carpet in front of them. Broke into a series of laughter, Laurel, Klauss, Leroy, and Lyric followed Mort. They left the girl forced and pouted childishly as she follow them inside.

Dressed fashionably in a fitted shirt with a fluffy beige jacket and skirt, her wavy hair dancing on the gentle current of the wind, Mischa screams inside in high pitch. Lower lip bit and hugged herself against the coldness of the night as her piercing glare darted at her older brother's massive back facing her who had now ascended menacingly on the stairway of the private plane.

"You'll see what I can do, brother."