Stick to the plan

The ColdGuard are aware of their beauty, and like their mother, the kids are not ashamed to accentuate it by wearing clothes that fit them perfectly, that make them look like mythical creatures from another time and place instead of mere men. To everyone their own things!

However, they're not like their mother, who enjoyed putting people down when she was young and treated her friends like they were dust under her shoes. They have a bunch of friends, some of them are genuine, some are there to munch on their popularity and wealth, and some of them are there just to be at their feet and let them walk all over them if possible. 

Be careful, no one is going to judge anyone, because everyone has their own wishes and desires.

Meanwhile, Quens feels her world turning upside down. She's not one to let anyone interfere with her plans and mess them up, but when her sons make their appearance, she begins to relax a bit as the crowd is ready to jump on them like manna from heaven.

She was proud to be the one who brought them into the world and instilled in them a love of dressing as flirtatiously as possible and taking care of their skin at all costs, even though they were boys born with one of the most extraordinary genetic legacies in the world. 

To uphold this legacy, they're committed to taking care of their skin and ensuring they carry themselves with the same level of confidence and poise as their famous parents.

Those who had time to glance in her direction noticed how she straightened her back, bounced her chest, and held her head up high as if she wanted to touch the sky with her nose.

Some were disgusted, others envious. That damned woman!

To think she was about to blow a fuse, and now she's about to burst like a balloon under the pressure of too much pride. 

But she's no less angry because her plan was never to have a parade of her sons; the moment was to be her daughter's, not her whole family taking turns basking in other people's admiration.

So when the ceremony is over, there will be many questions to be answered, but for now she'll focus on the exquisite array of food that is her family.

Cerady, on the other hand, found the parade of the ColdGuards to be less than amusing. They were, in her opinion, vain and attention-seeking, always showing off their beauty in revealing clothes. They are all like their mother, who always attracted attention, even when it wasn't about her.

But that doesn't stop her from digging her fingernails into her son's skin every time the ColdGuard children make a majestic, fabulous entrance.

Over time, Malayika's eyes take on a reddish glow without losing any of their coldness. He won't cry like a sissy, but that doesn't mean he isn't human. Taking all this aggression without flinching doesn't mean he isn't in pain, but he's getting there. 

The action's persistence is taking its toll on him, and he doesn't like the way he feels at all.But people who don't know what he's going through will blame his red eyes on emotion.

"You're the one who should have been there, charming those idiots, but instead you decided to act like a cheap slut and let them take your spotlight. You think that's how they're going to respect you, acting like the last of the whores, huh?" she grumbled, her fingers digging deeper into her son's arm.

At Pékon's entrance, the action of her fingers stopped for a brief moment, and she even stumbled for no reason as she stood motionless. 

The man is a sight to behold, an example and a good sport for anyone who respects themselves and knows what they want in life.

Pékon, like all his children, has long hair, but not as long as his sons. It's a passion he's held since childhood, inspired by his mother's fondness for his hair and her desire to have a daughter. 

She defied all odds by letting her son's hair grow long, never cutting it. She styled and washed it as she would for her daughter, if she had one, and Pékon let her.

His mother instilled him with wisdom and tolerance for his children. She taught him things his father considered weak and unimportant for a boy who has the world in his hands. 

Kindness and tolerance are useless as long as one has power and money, and his mother made a point of unraveling these principles in his mind and replacing them with more humanistic and wholesome ones.She was his shield against all that was evil and destructive.

When he said that he wished his wife were like his mother, it was not without reason: his mother would not torment her daughter, she would know how to protect her against all odds.

This is what a mother normally does for her child, but this role has been assigned to him: protecting his children and teaching them to live by valuing every life, no matter how small.

Malayika noticed the change in his mother when she lost her footing and stumbled against nothing but air, and raised an almost questioning eyelash.

It was the first sign that he wasn't a statue of ice, but a human of flesh, bone, and blood.His emotionless face came to life, and he was confused for a moment.Was there something he didn't know? 

His mother, realizing that she'd stepped out of character, swiftly gathered herself and returned to the tyrant who was martyring her son for her own pleasure.

This time, she gathered all her strength and concentrated it in her fingers and wrists before plunging them into her son's soft flesh. Malayika, already gasping for breath from the pain, let out a muffled cry of surprise and pain; he had not expected his mother to take it out on him for something she had done herself. 

Nearly every camera captured his reaction and expression of surprise, and fortunately or unfortunately for him, they attributed it to the entrance of the bride, who had finally seen fit to grace them with her presence after her father had taken his place behind Kwanley. 

Father and sons turned to face each other as she passed through the gate, their eyes filled with love and something else that the crowd found hard to define. Is there anything stronger than love? they don't know, but the Coldguard seem to possess something that seems to surpass it.

She smiled at them as she approached, her face hidden beneath her veil, while angels, fairies, and Cupids began to play an intoxicating melody without words. The melody was soft and gentle, but became more intense as it progressed, leaving the people breathless. 

They didn't know what was happening to them, they had come here for a wedding and to make a good impression, not to have a heart attack. These ColdGuards with their damned beauty and sense of aesthetics.

The events of the day were bound to take their breath away and weaken their knees. Maybe the wedding was better than Quens had planned, the way things turned out.

As Kelsey walked, the two giant creatures began to follow her as if her presence had given them back their lives. Before, they looked like two menacing statues sitting there as if protecting a treasure of the utmost importance. Now that they were following her, they didn't seem any less intimidating, but there was something softer in their posture; they were happy, less rigid,and alert. 

When Kelsey reached her father's level, he held out his arm, which she took with an angelic smile on her lips. Her father was no better; he was ecstatic watching her smile through his veil. He was like a simpleton in front of his daughter, and people were astonished, stunned even to discover this big teddy bear side of him. They even wondered if this was the same Xander they all knew.

Each of his brothers handed her a part of the flowers that made up her bouquet, which they had hidden behind their backs. The three of them smiled like their father, which was almost baffling for those who didn't know that the ColdGuards also knew how to smile so well and that they were simpletons when it came to their daughter and little sister.

It was much more understandable for the few of the boys' friends present in the clearing, because the boys always have their little sister's name in their mouths when they're with their close friends, even though no one has ever seen her, but for Xander it was different: he has photos of his sons on his desk but nothing of his daughter, and he never talks about her.

It was a first for them all. Some people even thought he didn't love his daughter and preferred sons over daughters. Even the Lockes thought the same thing when Quens showed up alone at their door to offer her daughter's hand in marriage when the first three older ones didn't even have an official girlfriend yet, let alone a fiancée.

But that wasn't going to stop them from making the deal with Quens; a ColdGuard is still a ColdGuard whether her parents like her or not.

One person even believed she was superior to Quens because she gave her husband a daughter, an unwanted child. This Quens, who thinks she's better than all the rest, felt obliged to get rid of her daughter in order to keep her husband's attention. It was so exhilarating. 

But now, watching this scene unfold before her eyes, she doesn't understand what's going on.

Maybe they were completely wrong about the ColdGuard dynamics; they've been playing movies all this time to make themselves feel better about themselves. No, they're not that delusional, are they?

But something persists in the back of their minds, telling them they're even at the no-return stage of delusion. There's nothing unwanted about this child; Cerady can recognize someone who's been abused and shunned by her family at a simple glance, and Kelsey exudes confidence and pride in every fiber of her body. 

Although her face is covered, they can all catch a glimpse of her energy, and a person's aura and energy never lie.

Cerady cast a furtive glance filled with something sinister at Quens, who had this air of superiority that somehow redoubled in proportion at this moment upon seeing her husband. 

The man was the most handsome thing she'd ever seen, and she'd traveled around the world. 

His beautiful green eyes, his fleshy mouth, his prominent cheekbones, his aquiline nose, his long eyelashes, his bushy eyebrows that tend to cross, his long, muscular legs, his firm, strong arms, his broad back, his narrow hip, his well-defined hard belly, that membrane she wouldn't give anything in the world for, his firm shoulders, his square, chiseled jaw. Everything about him is done with such precision and care that she sometimes finds it hard to tell he's human.

Dressed in this navy-blue tuxedo with green and gold motifs that hug his features, his hair tied up in a loose bun that lets loose some crazy hair, the guy's really kicking ass. Is he really her husband? She still asks herself this question, because at one point she really believed that the man she wanted didn't exist.

Cerady has always hated this confidence that Quens has always had, plus it's as if she didn't have to open her mouth for everything to fall right into her beak. why she's so well surrounded, she's just beautiful nothing more. She just doesn't get it.

What had she gotten herself into without even taking the time to understand the situation? She wondered, turning her attention back to the father, sons and daughter group. They're far more interesting than this woman whose head could explode at any moment.

But that's not going to stop her anyway. 

She has a plan and Malayika has to stick to it, whatever it takes, although Malayika has no idea what her mother's plan is except that she's just warned him how to treat Kelsey right now.