Silly Skeleton.

“Selena! Stop saying whatever comes up in that boorish mind of yours!” Mavena demanded.

“But…why are you so flustered?” Selena asked.

“Who said…I was flustered!” Mavena replied in a rush but her face still betrayed the shade of red that crept across her cheeks.

“Mother?” Jakob tugged onto her clothes. “But what about…father?”

“And you!” she turned to her son. “Don’t believe whatever nonsense she says!”

But that was not all, as Hertha hesitantly walked up to her and said, “Are you actually…trying to steal my Vincent away?”

“Not you too!”

“Ahem!” Vincent interrupted their nonsensical complaints. “Like I said before, I have no plans in stealing another woman again.”

“You stole someone’s woman before?!” Mavena exclaimed.

“Someone else’s bride, to be more precise,” Vincent corrected.

“Who!?”

“It was I,” Selena puffed up her chest and declared with pride. “He snatched me away right before the wedding night.”