Backyard Landmarks appeared more than just some tiny antique store. From an outsiders perspective, it was small and quaint. Inside told a different story: having seemingly enlarged, several glass tabletops and marquees stood against steel walls making way for an immense area.
Strangers stood idly, sipping on offered cocktails, as both Ana and Christian spoke in turn:
"With that being said, please proceed into the adjoining ballroom for our annual feast."
"And perhaps even put your names into the bowl for the surprise raffle."
Groups of glittering satin and cotton manuevered around Teddy violently. Just when gray orbs caught onto oak double doors- obviously his only means of escape- Christian Grey extended a funger knowingly. This look clearly stated: 'I'm to be obeyed and obeyed now.'
Sucking in a sharp breath, Theodore trudged onward, straightening the offending tie as if doing so would thwart any negative energy. Like usual his father narrowed calculating hawk-eyes, appearing absolutely evil in tousled hair and expensive attire.
Anastasia, on the other hand, was soft and forgiving, showcasing those brunette strands both her children carried. Pheobe had clearly gotten their mother's genes.
"Ah... What's the raffle for this time?"
Ana remained silent, gathering her excited daughter close. Apparently the man of the house was upset.
"Why did you even show?"
Huh? Teddy recoiled, utterly astounded. Wasn't that what he'd wanted?
"Pheobe said-"
Christian observed said room to make sure they were alone as a family unit, then spat:
"Yes. Pheobe said. That's exactly the problem. You never take initiative on your own... Well... Maybe with useless endeavors. Come."
Extending a hand, the rude man ushered his clan past the double doors, saying nothing more. What could be said? Grey obviously detested his son.
There was so much to balk at upon entering the ballroom but they were interrupted by a familiar face: silver-haired and riddled with aged stubble. Christian cleared his throat:
"Taylor. What is it?"
"Sorry to intervene, Mr. Grey. It's come to my attention-"
"What is it, Taylor?"
Immediately sensing trouble, Ana surged, taking the cheffuer's wrinkled hand.
"Is something wrong? Have we been breached?"
Breached. Interesting... in all his years alive, not once had Teddy heard his collected mother say that. It meant serious business. Was that why he'd been summoned?
"Not exactly-"
Swiveling around Taylor beckoned someone forward:
"Ms. Elena would like a moment of your time."
Both Mr. and Mrs. Grey paled, though it was nothing compared to Theodore's panicked state.