The talk of money and finances might have elicited disinterest and slight repulsion. He kept his investment quiet and private, and certainly didn’t flaunt them like Lucien. The contempt for his daughter, however thinly veiled, was one he would not take as lightly though. He stood and went to pick up Hope from her playpen, the toddler giggling much more happily than seemed appropriate as he did. “Well then, I suppose we’ll just have to un-invite Uncle Lucien from Sunday’s festivities if he’s so opposed to Chef Boyardee, won’t we, Hope?”
Lucien watched as Klaus went and collected his daughter from her play pen. He had no idea why the girl was giggling so much but he was glad that she seemed to be the only one in the house who knew how to laugh. Lucien stepped closer to the pair and put a hand on his chest as if he was hurt. “How on earth will I survive such a slight?” He commented. “Surely, the young princess is more generous than to be so cruel to her Uncle Lucien.”














