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Stood Up

Author: BlueHaze
last update Last Updated: 2025-01-13 23:23:12

TRISTAN

I would be the last person to ponder why the crowd had suddenly fallen silent. It was no secret—the mayor and his son weren’t on good terms.

But once again, we were going to prove them wrong, and act like a family in front of the cameras, even if not a particularly happy one.

“Hey.” Myles nudged me. Amusement broke down my walls when I noticed his flushed face. “Get back to the present!”

More silence.

Then Mum linked her arm with his, feigning a frown. “Yes, Emilio, get back to the damn present.” She turned to my father, “You and Viktor.”

With an exhale she looked at Myles with a warm smile. “What do you know about the orchestra’s son?”

Myles smiled sheepishly. “Not a lot, Miss... Tristan’s mum.”

She laughed, pulling him forward. “Great, I’ll have so much fun filling your brain,” she said, leading him away with every bold step reeking of courtesy. To think he believed he couldn’t fit in.

“So, who’s he?” My father’s voice cut through my thoughts.

I turned, my gaze landing on
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