On the wonderful night of the 20th, Framton announces about an important event he must appear for on the 22nd. He gathers his kids and tells them about the prominence of this meet up.
As Johnsons, they were needed on the stage.
“Alright! I’m in!”
“Me too!”
“Me three!”
“Me four!”
Zayn chuckles as he says,
“Count me in as well.”
“Great. I’ll talk with the car service.” Chuckling, Framton gets up to do the task.
The 22nd arrives and the Johnsons were dressed in sleek clothes, a head turner for sure, and ready for the event.
Cassandra was clad in a dark purple dress which gave a cold winter villainess vibe to the world.
Zayn and Louis were dressed in a white shirt and a fitting tuxedo, a bow tie that were like flowy ribbons by the sides of their collars.
Nick was in a plain three-piece suit and a rich Rolex watch on his wrist. Nick always prioritized the beauty of being simple and easy on the eyes.
As for Alex and Dan, they were in only a tucked in shirt and a dress trouser. Their hairstyles enhanced their looks. Alex wears yellow tinted shades as he beats everyone in the cadre of looks and style.
Framton, however, was a tough competition.
He was dressed to match with his daughter in a dark violet three piece suite and a lavender inner shirt.
“Oh! Looking sophisticated, old man!” Cassandra cheers as she applies her lipstick at the end. It was a beautiful hue of maroon and scarlet on her lips.
“Not more than yourself, Cassandra. Look at my sons!~” Framton says as he spreads his arms majestically.
“Stunning!” He says with an accent, making them laugh.
“Papa, you sure that we take a car each? I don’t want to be alone in the car.”
“Darling, you will be entering last and representing the order and I’m sure Mr. Ronald will like to drive you.” Cassandra gasps as she hears the name after a long time.
A few months back, when Cassandra learned to drive her own car, she no longer needed the assistance of the kind and generous old man. He was quickly appointed to another rich family, his resume had a prestigious stamp for working with the Johnsons as reason.
“Nice!” She yells in happiness.
Reaching the star grade limousine, she waves at her brothers who enter the cars one after the other in line. The streets were buzzing with their rich limousines on the roads.
Cassandra felt as though she was travelling in a cloud on wheels. Mr. Ronald was an exceptionally driver, and the car’s comfort added to her experience.
Having a trivial conversation with her acquaintance from a while ago, they cut time until they reach the venue.
Mr. Ronald was in link with the coordinator of the cars.
The Johnsons were making history, reserving space for themselves as the other guests were waiting on queue.
“Good gracious.” Cassandra comments at the high class building being decorated with gold and nothing but gold. She fell in love with the theme.
To match with the vibe, the carpet that she steps on was golden and shimmery as well.
Her wide smile entices the cameras as they face her way. She poses at every step, a little bit of practice from before but most of it being her own mood and vibe to the party.
She was a head turner for the night for sure.
As the door opens for the guests, she sees her family waiting at the entrance as they were engaged in private conversations with the others.
They were the stars of the night, the mighty conglomerates and shareholders of Autoc Empire.
In the middle of the party, the organiser and sponsors of the party call out a few rich businessmen, and the first of the list was obvious.
“Mr. Johnson! Please entice the public with your speech, sir.” The spot light turns to him as Framton does a fancy bow. His children encourage him as Louis pats his father’s shoulder.
“He is the inspiration for all businessmen of thus generation, isn’t it?” Louis asks Zayn, a glass of celebratory champagne in his hand.
“Talk less, Louis. He’s a generational pioneer.” Louis smiles as he looks at his brother with furrowed eyebrows. He does not understand where the words come from, but as a person from the future…
Zayn Johnson definitely knew all about the legend himself.
“He’s enjoying himself on the stage, isn’t he?” Cassandra says, a small plate of snacks in her hand. She feeds Zayn and Alex as well as they ask a piece from her plate.
“Trust me when I say this,” Zayn gulps as his uncles look at him, “Framton Johnson is a legend and he’s achieved that through his love for us. I have no better explanation for it.” He concludes.
The siblings make a noise as the audience turn a little bit of their attention towards the big sibling group.
“Those are great words, bro. I’ll never forget them.” Louis and Zayn fist bump each other. Dan takes Zayn under his shoulder as he ruffles his hair.
After a few moments as the music resumed, Cassandra was nowhere to be seen.
“Where’d this girl go?” Louis was beginning to feel tensed.
Zayn sighs as he predicts perfectly,
“If a party has a food section, then you know she’s gonna be there.” As he says, Louis looks around and laughs at his prediction.
“Well, you’re not wrong. On that note, I’m hungry as well.”
“Me too.”
“Me three!”
“Me too, obviously.” All the five brothers swim through the crowd, greeting unknown faces to join their little sister eating a mountain full of food from her plate.
“Damn, Cassie. You’re gonna grow a pouch on you today.” Dan says as he sits beside her with his own plate of buffet serving.
“Dan, if the food is free,” She finishes chewing and gulps it down to speak fluidly, “then it’s worth growing a little pouch on my body. Eat up!”
Dan chuckles at her mindset, patting her head gently as she never resumes eating for no one.
Zayn watches her with sad eyes.
He was reminded of her past, how her life has been all until she met… him.