Dinner Party.

Today Father threw a small dinner party for some of his business associates. It is our duty as the children of the Hale family, to attend the dinner portion of these parties, as to appease the image that our Father wishes to convey. Now, me and Charlotte, the eldest twins, attended the dreadful dinner. Exchanging glances at the out of pocket things said, or the stories of wonders Father tells. My little brother, the previously stated Valentine Hale, decided that it would be in everyone's best interest to run off with his little friend instead of do the one thing that was important to our father. Now that we have failed to appease Father, it will go back to late nights returning from the radio station, and little to no conversion with him for the next few months. Simply, fuck you Val. 

Yours Truly,

Oliver Hale