Chapter 75: Chapter XXXV Day Four of Acceptances-2

"Bipolar?" Lewis chipped in, seeming to have found a funny joke and just needed to make a comeback. "Bisexual. I might as well be bipolar though," I whispered that last part to myself, my mother looking carefully over me. I was stilled stumped that I had said all those things to Sarina. I didn't know I was capable of such terrible things. "Does that mean you'll hit on me if we weren't family?" Matilda seemed curious, sitting back in the chair with her arms folded. I immediately began to laugh, the entire table looking towards me in question. Jasper seemed a bit amused as I slammed down my hand, getting dead serious as I looked straight into her eyes. "Not if we were the last people on Earth," her jaw immediately slacked and my mother gave me a gentle slap to the arm. "Melanie!" but it was so worth it. The atmosphere became lighter and Mother Queen seemed at peace. She suddenly stood up, all talking die down as we regarded her with questioning gazes. "I told you all the search will be called off for Cornelius," she suddenly said and the room turned tense again, everyone wondering why she brought it up again. "There is a reason why I would call it off on only the fourth day," as if on cue, the doors the hall swung open. All eyes turned towards the creaking sound before hitched breaths sounded in the air. There, standing with clean clothes, wet hair and a guilty smile, stood His Royal Highness, Prince Cornelius Darlington. Bartholomew was the first out of his seat, running across the table before leaping off at the end. Cornelius took off in a sprint, meeting his brother halfway as they collided into the most emotional hug they have ever shared. The rest of the family surrounded the twins' reunion, their cries filling the hall. Father moved forward and dropped to his knees, taking both of his sons into his large arms. Mother began crying on her own and hugged Mother Queen, letting out all bottled up emotions. I was trying to contain myself from crying but as soon as Jasper laid his hand on my shoulder and looked into my eyes with a happy expression, I couldn't hold it in. I broke down, clutching onto my cousin for dear life. My little brother was back. After everything we've gone through, the deities brought him back to us. The twins pulled away from each other and eventually each family member had their arms wrapped tightly around Cornelius. I just mostly cried into his shoulder, questioning his whereabouts. Where had he been? What had happened? "H-how?" my mother eventually voiced, clutching her little boy. "Border patrol picked him up," Mother Queen answered. The Queen retracted, confusion etched into her face as she regarded Cornelius's guilt-ridden face. "Border patrol? You were headed out the country?" "Actually, in fact, border patrol picked him up when he came back to the country," Mother turned to Cornelius with question. "Where did you go?" he chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his head before letting it fall, completely apology etched onto his expressions. "I went to Belgium," he admitted, everyone's reactions vary from amusement to confusion to anger. "Belgium? Belgium?! What would you go there for?" Bartholomew was the one who asked, shaking his brother by the shoulders. Cornelius chuckled in response. "I never told you this but I found out that our private investigator actually lives in Belgium," he told his brother with a sly glint. There was a second before realization hit everyone. "Private investigator?! What PI did you ever get into contact with?" the King was in between ferocity and resentment. He looked as if he wanted to do nothing but curl up under a blanket and die. The twins laughed sheepishly, the entire family eyeing them suspiciously. "Forgot about that one," Bartholomew avoided eye contact from everyone. "We, uh, hired a PI when Melanie began to sneak out of the palace to see what she was up to," the Queen looked as if nothing more could shock her at this point. "But we dismissed him!" he tried to save their tailpipes. "After three years of him stalking me!" I immediately retaliated, feeling that we might as well get everything out. "And what did you do after that? Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you hire him to follow Caleb?" now all eyes were on me. I scoffed. "I thought he was cheating on me. It's more valid than 'my sister looked happy and we wanted a part of that' you little creeps," they laughed at my reaction and soon I couldn't stop myself from joining. My father looked as if he wanted to drag us all to a church, my mother wondering where she had gone wrong. The rest of the family found it more amusing how messed up the main family was. But that was what differed us from every other Royal in history. And I wouldn't change a single thing about us if I could.