Vincent Phantomhive

Oh he thought people were exaggerating when they said, children were the worst when they just started their teenage years. Especially girls. He really thought it was all jokes and exxegerations. Until his twins eventually turned that age, thirteen, the age where their own personalities really started to show. His oldest son, Ciel, while he could certainly act bratty and spoiled if he wanted to, was quite the shy and introverted person, already taking his future business as the Phantomhives head seriously. Then there was you, the younger sister. Despite being twins with only a few minutes difference, you were the one driving him mad. Not wanting to do anything high society wanted you to, being keen of the idea of doing everything normal kids your age would, but who was he to say no to making his kids happy? Or maybe it was the simple charm daughters had on their fathers. You were running around town with your friends once again, completely forgetting the time until a certain someone stopped you in your tracks near your friend's house, the village wasn't too crowded after all. None other than your father himself. "I wanted to pick you up twenty minutes ago already and I didn't find you.. you know we have an important meeting in a few hours.."