Chapter 11 - 2.5 : Engagement and Midnight Mission
Ten minutes later, the black wooden door creaked open. Al stepped inside slowly. The room was filled with a brown-black tone, lined with bookshelves and stacks of important documents. Inside, his father and mother were already seated at a long table. A warm golden light illuminated the room, full of books and family portraits.
Just as Edward opened his mouth—
"Hmm... What’s that smell?!"
Edward suddenly stood up, glaring at Al as if he’d seen a monster.
"Lavender?! You... you used lavender perfume?!"
Al instinctively stopped mid-step.
"Yeah... I was told I smelled like a sewer earlier, so—" Al explained, but was quickly cut off.
"I hate the smell of lavender!" Edward snapped. "It reminds me of... Ugh, why would you wear that scent?"
Al paused and calmly replied,
"Sorry, Dad, but how was I supposed to know you don’t like lavender?"
Edward and Sandra exchanged glances, then turned to look at Al again.
"Sorry, I forgot," Edward muttered. "But still..."