Everything was currently chaotic, and the day had started off with quite a rush. Edgar had practically pulled (f/n) out of her bed before he had set a tray of breakfast in front of her. He had told her to hurry and eat, so that he could continue with getting her ready for the announcement tonight. She didn't protest against this, but she did mention that he was still in his own pajamas. In response to this, he went off to his own room in order to probably change.
She wondered if she would have had a different morning greeting if Edgar and her shared a room like the one night. (F/n) doubted it, but she had been the one to force him to sleep back in his own room like usual. Personally, she did still like to have her space now and then.

Regardless of this, when she had finished her breakfast, she had called out to Edgar that she was done. He obviously had heard her, since he had came out of his room and had opened her main room door. At that point, he was wearing black pants and a forest green button-up. His bangs covered the left side of his face, since he only showed that part of his face to her.

Upon him opening her room door, the maid, Beatrice, had come into the room and had taken her breakfast tray from her. Afterwards, (f/n) had found herself being essentially dragged into the bathroom before she was placed into a chair, which was in front of the bathroom mirror. The chair hadn't been there before, so she assumed that Edgar had brought it in. From here, Edgar had gone back into his own room and had closed the bathroom door, leading to his room, behind him.

With Beatrice helping her get ready for the reveal of the winter holiday doll tonight, she had remembered the maid from when she first came to Edgar's house, and she had rarely seen her since. Even when she did see the maid, Beatrice wouldn't even glance at her; she would just hurry on by. So, it was odd having the maid helping her with hair and makeup. Still, she seemed nice, regardless of her first impression, and had made light conversation with her.

While Beatrice was helping her, Edgar would constantly check on her. Every five minutes, he would seem to come into the bathroom to see how things were going. She wondered why he hadn't just left the bathroom door to his room open. It would have made things much simpler for him.

Still, she didn't know why Edgar was rushing her so much. Even Beatrice was getting slightly annoyed by his constant intrusions into the bathroom. It was a miracle that she never accidently messed up the makeup, which she was carefully working on. In fact the thin black eyeliner contrasted perfectly against transition from light pink to light blue eye shadow. Her lips had a light pink lipstick on them, while her cheeks were dashed with a pale pink blush. Frankly, she wasn't expecting to pull off the light makeup colors so well.

When Beatrice had started on her hair, though, she had told Edgar to leave them be for awhile and that he could come in when she was finished. He nearly scowled at her but put up no argument, which was a surprise, and left back into his room. Beatrice breathed a sigh of relief before she started to braid (f/n)'s hair into a left-side braid. Once the braid was complete, she clipped small pink flowers on the left side of her head.

Instead of calling Edgar into the bathroom, when she was finished, Beatrice instructed her to change into the pink and blue flower dress that Edgar had bought for her. Nodding in response, (f/n) entered her room, as Beatrice waited in the bathroom.

Pulling out the expensive dress, (f/n) stripped out of her pajamas and into the article of clothing. Of course, she would require help doing up the back. She headed back into the bathroom and asked Beatrice for help, which the maid provided. When the dress was buttoned up, (f/n) walked back into her room and slipped on the pair of gloss pale blue heels.

Now with everything done, Beatrice left the bathroom and the bedroom, closing the main room door behind her. After Beatrice left, (f/n) quietly entered Edgar's room through the bathroom door leading to his room. She saw him staring at the teddy bear clock in his room, as though that would make things go quicker.

Shaking her head a little at this, she coughed lightly to get his attention. He glanced over to her and remained quiet. Edgar stood up before he came over to her and walked around her. It was awkward having him examine her like she was on display, but she remained silent and waited for his opinion.

"Absolutely stunning, (f/n), though, it's a shame that I won't be accompanying you inside to the dinner and announcement," he muttered, as he stopped in front of her.

"What do you mean, Edgar? I know that no one knows you're the owner, except for those here and a few select others, but surely they know that Frederic has a brother."

"No, they don't. He makes sure to keep me in the shadows and never mentions me. I know this only because of my contacts that attend his meetings. Besides, they would wonder why the one side of my face is covered. You may be accepting of my scars, but others might not be. I have a feeling that buyers would lose trust in the toy company if they knew what the owner truly looked like."

"That's only your opinion, though," she countered, since she wanted him to come with her. She didn't want to spend the entire time with Frederic.

"It may be, but I need to be careful. Still, I'll accompany you in the car and to where the doll's unveiling will take place. That's why I've been hurrying this morning. The drive will take at least five hours, since its occurring in the city past the town. So, we should be heading out now. The doll is already packed away into the back of the car," he explained, as he walked to the main door of his room. (F/n) sighed before she nodded and followed him out of the room and to the Lincoln town car.

Once they were on their way to the designated building, (f/n) couldn't help but ask, "Edgar, after this is finished, what will happen to your brother? Will he continue to stay at the house?"

"Yes, he'll be secluded to his own side of the house. If he tries anything, he'll be removed to another location. I don't know where yet, but it all depends on how he'll react to the situation. I have a feeling that once all of the attention is taken away from him, he'll handle everything poorly. What he does with that remorse is entirely up to him."

"Are you implying that he may try to kill himself?" she asked, noting that there was no worry in his tone or his visible eye. "Doesn't that concern you, Edgar? I know that your relationship is more than rough with him, but..."

Cutting her off, he responded in a neutral tone, "No, it doesn't. My concern will be if he tries to ruin the company or more importantly if he attempts to hurt you or to take you away from me. You shouldn't be worried about him. He chose his fate when he tried to go behind my back and take what is most important to me."

"I suppose so," she mumbled, beginning to wonder why she wasn't more troubled by what he just said. Perhaps, it was because she knew that Frederic would say something similar. Well, he did with regards to the fact that he would lock Edgar away. That must have been the reason; she couldn't think of another one. "I guess what matters most is that you remain in your position and stay safe. You're more important," she added in an even quieter voice.

"It's good to know that you feel that way, (f/n)," he commented, turning to face her fully. He proceeded to pat the middle seat and indicated for her to move over.

Complying, she scooted over and asked, "What is it?"

"Before we arrive at the building, I want you to tell me how you feel about me."

Heat overtaking her cheeks, she stuttered out, "Ed-Edgar, don-don't you al-already know th-that?"

"Perhaps, but confess to me here and now. I want to hear it before I have to leave you with my brother. I know that you're loyal to me, but still tell me," he voiced, an unreadable expression on his countenance, as he pushed some loose strands of hair behind her right ear with his left hand. When she tried to look away, he moved his hand to her chin and held her (e/c) gaze in place. "Tell me."

Her breath catching in the back of her throat, she tried to come up with some excuse, but she found that words were escaping her. Why did he have to be so blunt about this? Besides, he already knew how she felt. She bit her lower lip before she hesitantly replied, "Wha-what do you wa-want me to s-say?"

"You know the answer very well, (f/n)," he whispered, as he ghosted his lips over the helix of her left ear. "Tell me what it is; tell me how you feel."

Cheeks a bright crimson now, she murmured, "I want to stay by your side forever. I wish to help you in your workshop and watch you make beautiful creations. I desire to help you make some of them. I couldn't picture another future because ... I love you, Edgar."

"I knew that you knew the answer," he breathed out softly.