Peace Was Never an Option (Even in a Dessert Shop)

[Lavinia's Pov] 

WHAT.

THING?!?!

Did he—did he—DID HE JUST CALL ME A THING?!

Excuse me?! I may be five. I may look small and adorable with cheeks like mochi and lashes longer than your future—but I am not a THING!

I was ready to scream, maybe even throw a punch with my beautiful, tiny fist, but before I could explode—

"Lysandre, hold her." Grandpa Thalein's deep voice rumbled like thunder as he passed me—PASSED ME! Like a doll!—into Lysandre's waiting arms.

And Lysandre? That weird, sparkle-eyed second brother was trembling as if he had just touched holy relics. "F-finally... I'm holding you... my sweet little sister!!" he whispered like he'd waited lifetimes for this.

Meanwhile—

THUD!