No one had ever mentioned about that night, they didn't want Margarette to be uncomfortable and just felt as if it wasn't their place to talk about it. The entire family decided to let her be. Margarette was enjoying that, she spent days working out or just meditating, sometimes the model would go for a facial or shopping but most of the times, she stayed home as it was the only place she found peace in, not for long though. As a certain family's member came back.

"I'm home!" A slurred voice came from the living room, making the triplet turn their head at each other in union, it could only be one person. Fortunately for them, Anna was at the company today.

"Oh, look who we have, my three beautiful sisters. Camila, say hi to your new owner." Alex stepped into the living room with a beautiful black kitten on his hand. The kitten looked so scared of her new surround, she let out a small 'meow' making the triplet in awe.

"Ok, what new owner?"

"You smell like a bar, so bloody disgusting, brother"

"Where did you take the cat? Did you steal it and who on earth call a cat Camila."

The triplet said in union, Marage scrunched her nose in disgusted and quickly moved away from her brother as if he was a deathly virus. Alex rolled his eyes at his over dramatic sister. "I saw it on the street, poor little kitten, she was alone." He said in a sad tone, the man pouted. His gesture confirmed the triplet's theory that he was still drunk. Did he ever stay sober though?

"You can't let it stay here, mom will kill you! Have you forgot that dad allergies with cat?" Michelle hissed but earned a pity look from the three.

"Poor Elle" Madeleine sighed.

Margarette shook her head at the same times in disbelief "You are so naive, sis. I wonder how you survive among those sexist men"

"Indeed" Alex nodded, as he handed the cat to Madeleine who was dying to touch the cat since she first lied her eyes on the small creature.

Michelle looked at her siblings, wondered what on earth were they talking about? "She doesn't know" Margarette came to conclusion, she rubbed her temples "Who will tell her?"

"Not me!" Yelled Madeleine

"I'm drunk" Alex said, this was one of the fews times he actually admitted to be drunk. To him, it was a decent reason to avoid any problem in his life, including break down the truth for his scary oldest sister.

"It was an excuse so that mom and daddy don't have to hear you pleading for a cat." Margarette said nonchalantly, well awarded of the fact she just dropped down a huge bomb to her sister, not that she cared. Michelle should have noticed way before this. "Seriously, you have never felt weird how healthy daddy was after he visited aunt Mary? That woman owns 13 cats for god's sake."

"And six husbands." Alex added but quickly shut up when he received a glance from Margarette. "That's why we can keep this little girl"

"Why don't you just keep her? You seem to love her so much?"
Madeleine raised an eyebrow as she cooed the cat on her lap.

"I'm drunk" He simply said.

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Camila finally got taken under Margarette's care, she needed some companionship and the little girl seemed to be a lovely one anyway. However, the one took her home wasn't as lovely as the little cat. "Sister, I heard you hoard some gooddie." Alex appeared at the door, made Margarette groan. She should have locked her room.

See Alex, Camila jumped down the bed and paced lazily to the man. He definitely looked better than when he first came home, he had shaved, his hair was no longer greasy and he didn't look like he belonged to the trashcan anymore, at least that was what Margarette thought. Although she doubted that made him less of a trash himself.

"What goodie?"

"You know which one" Alex said, of course she knew. He meant the Cuban cigar she had stored under her bed. How did he find out, she had no clue but there was no way she will give this to him! Not for free, at least.

As if Alex could read her thought, he then thrown a bag on her bed. Margarette took no times to realize what was in the bag. Weed, of course! She hugged the bag as if scare that Alex might take her bag away. "Here" she gave him a Cuban cigar, only one though. As she didn't intent to share much and Alex was well awared of that.

"Look at us, two siblings share addictions together. Aren't we the best siblings?" Alex sarcastically smiled, before slammed the door shut behind him.

What was she doing? She supposed to stop this bullshit, not let it happen again. Margarette groaned in frustrated, she ran her hand in her hair a few times. The model looked at the bag of weed as if it was cursed, she shouldn't do it again yet she couldn't resist it. Weed wasn't bad but it was when Margarette abused it. She needed to stop but it seemed that there was no way out. Camila let out a scared whine at the sudden mood changed of her new owner, if only she knew...