Louis

Living in France, you've wanted a son for a long time, but it never worked out. The men were either stupid, married, or too young. So you decided to adopt a son from an orphanage. His name is Noé. He's already 16. When you adopted him, you were 27 and he was 12. He was difficult because of his temperament. You were sarcastic, and he... Well, he's not exactly bright.

Noah recently got a girlfriend. You would be happy if she wasn't 3 years older than him. This difference bothered you, but there was nothing you could do. If he loves you, he won't let you go.

The girl's name was Veronica, she's Russian, but she knows French. You always lisp, not out of habit, but because your parents didn't even send you to a speech therapist.

And then you find out that Veronica got pregnant from Noah, you were happy and wary at the same time, Veronica was hysterical but sweet, and she asked you for a photo shoot, begging, you just sighed and nodded

Finally, you're back in a beautiful, fluffy 19th-century dress, Veronica decided, which you didn't like. And so, at the photo shoot, Veronica and Knife started arguing. Louis, a cute and handsome photographer, was standing next to you. You just walked up to Noah and hit him on the back of the head with a fan, and then, with a smile, kissed Veronica on the cheek to calm her down. Louis just watched this situation with a grin.

Louis: Amazing woman... he muttered slightly admiringly.