Was it perhaps excessive for him to have literally bought out the house next to his sisters newlywed home? Perhaps. But Aristide didn't care about that. It was already unfathomable enough that they were no longer under the same roof. Her wedding and subsequent honeymoon had been difficult to get through though he had managed. At this rate, he was certain he personally never wanted to marry if it would also make Adrienne feel this way (though the fact his first love had been a boy likely also had something to do with this).

He had moved in shortly after Adrienne had returned from her honeymoon back in late November. He had not yet really had anyone over as he settled in and got the place fixed up just how he wanted it. Everything was elegant with hints of golds and blues. It was a very Aristide aesthetic, really.

"I am sorry it took so long for me to invite you over," Aristide said to his uncle... or rather, father. He didn't know if the other knew that Aristide knew. He assumed he would know that Adrienne had informed him. Aristide had not yet said anything on the matter though so who even knew.