Fifty-Seven: Never A Good Sign.

“Theodore.”

“Would you like to say something?” Cynthia, who was barely holding unto the microphone stood ahead on the stage and looked to the youngest Baron. At the call of his name, Theo lifted his gaze before subsequently looking around him.

He was nervous and one could tell from the way he pointed at himself before falling out of the chair. It wasn’t rocket science to figure out he was a bit drunk—the bottle was even slightly peeking out of his pockets.

He staggered his way to the podium but before he said anything, thankfully he was sober enough to realize he owed Cynthia an apology. Because she might not have been his birth mother, but there was no reason to disrespect her the way he did.

“I’m sorry for the other time” He whispered and she let it go with a nod. She had bigger worries than something her already been forgiven for. Cynthia was his stepmother but she was the opposite of stereotypical given how she raised Theo like he was her child—like the rest of them.

Things weren