Art Studio

Once it was 6 a.m., Mason got up from his bed and entered his bathroom. After twenty minutes, he exited and entered his walk-in wardrobes.

He wore casual clothes since he wasn't going to work or school. After glancing through his clothes for a few seconds, Mason settled for a fitted black sleeve shirt, which he folded to his elbow length, assisted by the Vacheron Constantin watch adorning his wrist. His shirt was toked in his back trousers, matching his black shoes. After glancing at his reflection, Mason made his way downstairs.

"Are you going on a date?" A tiny voice called behind him. Mason turned to see Helen and Sally trailing behind him. Helen ran into his embrace.

"Hello, princess," Mason smiled, ruffling her hair. "No, I'm not going on a date," he replied to her previous question.

Helen furrowed her brows and assisted with a chuckle, shaking her head. "That is what they all say," she whispered, running away when Mason's eyes widened in surprise.

"Come back here you rascal,"
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