Your father, Duke William Van de Lar

It was a special day. It was Milak's birthday, and also Vivienne's, who had come to the palace that day. Everything was festive, with decorations everywhere. William had ordered all the servants to decorate the palace with the finest decorations and flowers, despite Pastel's sensitivity to them. Because of this, she was supposed to be the center of attention, spending most of her time in her room, receiving nothing from her father. When night fell, she went out. William and Vivienne were eating and talking happily. Vivienne was wearing a necklace, the most expensive necklace made of gold. This was the jewelry that Pastel's mother had worn during her lifetime, and everyone knew because it was on Lisa's painting. How could Pastel's father give his mother's jewelry to a girl off the street? How could he? But that's how it was. Vivienne was happy, speaking openly and fearlessly to her father. Pastel couldn't even look in his direction; it was unfair. As Pastel approached the table, Vivienne's mood soured, and William looked at her with disdain. They placed their spoons together on the table, and even the maids were surprised to see Pastel. "Why are you here?" he asked coldly, while Vivienne watched with a wicked smile and added, "Looks like no one invited you, 'sister,'" she said with a smile.