Nineteen

Zeke's POV

I arrived at my parent's home as soon as I received my mom's message. I stared and admired the familiar building for a while before I went in.

My parents' home exudes an air of refined elegance, with tasteful décor and luxurious furnishings adorning every corner.

“Aha, look who found his way home.” I turned to see my mother walking gracefully towards me. She had on, one of the finest silk in London.

“Hello mother.” I greeted and gave her a hug and a peck.

“Oh son, how have you been faring?” She asked.

“I have been good.” I replied curtly.

My father strolled in just then. I took most of my features from him. He is a handsome man, just as my mom is very beautiful. Sadly, I was not privileged to have a sister as beautiful as she is.

“Good morning Sir.” I greeted formally. That's how I was trained to address him, following the order of the ancient aristocrats.

“Hello son. Long time no see.” My father's baritone voice echoed through the halls.

“Yes Sir. Glad to see you are