"Hello, Luther."

Luther opened the door to reveal Allison, her human hand waving at him with her black leather jacket and black jeans, her curly ombré hair up a long mohawk, her robot hand gripping on her handbag.

"Allison!" Luther widened his eyes in bewilderment. "What are you doing here?"

"Can I come in?" Allison asked, looking at his back. Luther looked back, seeing no one. "Is there Dad here?"

"No, he's in his business trip-" Luther opened the door wide enough to let Allison in. "Come in, come in!"

"Thanks, Lu," Allison said, stepping in the house. "Nice to see nothing's changed."

"Dad wouldn't let me change anything."

"Dad?" Katrina interrupted, looking up her book from the living room. Both Luther and Allison turned to face her. "Who's she?"

"You must be Katrina, aren't you?" Allison smiled, crouching down Katrina's height and offering her hand forth to shake Katrina's, which she accepts. "You're so big, now! You're like what, four?"

"I'm six," Katrina corrected. Allison nodded as she stood up straight, turning her head to look at Luther. Luther sighed.

"She's Aunt Allison, Trina," Luther said, pointing at Allison. "What do you want?"

"Nothing, I want you to come to see me on stage-" Allison held out a finger before rummaging through her handbag, taking out two tickets of the Hamilton musical. "For you and Katrina, top seat."

"That's awesome!" Katrina exclaimed, looking at the tickets in glee. "I've watched bootlegs of the musical and other musicals, I love 'satisfied'!"

"Do you, now?" Allison chuckled, looking down at Katrina again. "Well, Aunt Allison is going to play as Angelica Schuyler! Isn't that amazing?"

"Yeah, I love Angelica Schuyler!" Katrina nodded. "Can I go, Dad? Please?"

"I don't know, Honey-" Luther shook his head. "Your granddad never said-"

"Dad isn't here, Luther-" Allison shrugged, looking around. Luther raised his brow as he moved his head, touché. "His business trips usually take several days, you should be safe. It's just a few hours."

"Yeah, Dad!" Katrina nodded excitedly. "I've never been let out, Granddad will never let me out!"

Allison only smirked as she raised her brow and Luther sighed. "Let's change our clothes first."

"Thanks, Dad," Katrina said as Luther stood up from the sofa, Katrina following him from behind as she waved to Allison's direction, Luther kissing the top of Katrina's head before she enters her room, Luther entering his room, closing the door behind him before locking it.

Luther swung open his wardrobe, taking out his navy blue turtleneck and changing his shirt, stopping as he stared at his baggy-and-lame stomach, the stretch marks, and the slight imbalance colour of his skin. No matter how long he worked out, no matter the number of exercises he took to reach his pre-pregnancy body or the diets- he can't do it. Grace assured him that he looks handsome no matter what. He also puts on skinny jeans, what a nice combination. He inserts his phone and his wallet containing emergency money in his pockets, just in case.

"Trina, you're ready?" Luther knocked on Katrina's room door as soon as he left his room, arriving in front of Katrina's. Katrina opened her bedroom door, wearing a floral dress, her shoulder-length wavy dark blonde hair down a bob.

"You're so beautiful, Darling."

"Thanks, Dad." Katrina nods as Luther had his hand forth, Katrina holding it, both of them descending the stairs to meet Allison. Allison chuckled, looking at them.

"Not even Patrick is that close with his brother," Allison commented.

"Oh, right! How's Patrick?" Luther asked, snapping his fingers.

"He's fine, he's at his brother's-" Allison nodded. "You love her so much."

"Well, she is my daughter-" Luther shrugged. Allison nodded, pressing her lips together.

"That I know."

"And it's her first time out of the manor, and without Dad's permission."

"Granddad will NEVER let me out," Katrina retorted, rolling her eyes, anger in her heart. Luther sighed, crouching down at her height.

"That's why we're leaving quietly now, right?" Luther intertwined his fingers with Katrina's. Katrina nodded. "Let's turn that frown upside down, now. I'm a girl in a world in which my only job is to marry rich-"

"My father has no sons so I'm the one who has to social climb for one," Katrina sang, her grin slowly coming back as she held both her father's hands, moving them around.

"So I'm the oldest, and the wittiest, and the gossip in New York City is insidious-" Allison grinned, joining the lyric chain.

"And Alexander is penniless-" Katrina lets out a small moan, freely displaying her slowly-coming back grin. "That doesn't mean I want him any less!"

"Ready to go, Trina?" Katrina nodded excitedly.

"Who are the casts, Aunt Allison?"

"Well, I'm playing Angelica Schuyler," Allison recalled. "Solea Pfeiffer is Eliza, Michael Luwoye is Alexander."

"Solea Pfeiffer!" Katrina squeaked as she widened her eyes in excitement. Allison chuckled. "I'll see Solea Pfeiffer!"

"Aren't you excited in seeing Allison Hargreeves?" Allison mock-pouted. "I'm hurt."

"Yes, of course!" Katrina frantically shook her head. "I'm excited too!"

"Wait, is that-" Luther stopped, staring at a bookstore displaying a book It's a book with little Vanya's face on the cover, the title Extra Ordinary: My Life as Number Seven written on the cover. in the best-seller display. "Little Vanya?"

"Trust me, you don't want to read that."

But Luther had entered the bookstore, ignoring Allison, his daughter trailing behind him. The many people in the bookstore look at him like he's the weirdest person there is as they visibly cringe at him, looking down at his daughter judgingly, which made Luther feel so outlandish. Allison ran in also.

"Luther, let's step out." Allison held Luther's hand tightly, pulling him with her. "Come on."

"What's in the book?" Luther asked. Allison sighed.

"You wanna buy it?" Allison asked in a low voice, looking around the bookstore. "Go ahead. But let me tell you, the sweet shy Vanya you love is gone. She wrote some terrible shits about you and your daughter, exposing you and me."

"I don't understand, I love her and I thought she loves me-" Luther shook his head. "We were never truly awful to her."

"Well, our sister has a mind of her own-" Allison rolled her eyes. "She didn't even thank me for helping her transition, that shit's not cheap. Let's go, Luther."

"Let's go, Trina," Luther held Katrina's hand, pulling her with him as he left the bookstore, following Allison.

"I'll see you later."

"Break a leg."

"I'm already in the cast, Lu."