halston montague | eight | cb

You were always a momma's boy, weren't you? Even before you came and stayed with me. You used to hope she'd ask for your help in the dress shop because if not it meant hard labor with your dad. And you got used to church- ripred wasn't a concept that ever made much sense to you, personally, but you enjoyed getting to wear your nicest clothes without anyone picking on you for it. And then you got older, and you wanted to spend more time inside, and they started worrying about you. Not like that, just- they thought it was a depression thing. You struggled with contentment growing up, you see, so it was an easy assumption. But when you came out, they lost it and you felt devastated. Not because they didn't approve. You'd always suspected that. Not because they made you leave in the night, not because you didn't get to bring your clothes with you. But because... you lost your mom.

You felt like you had no one, living out there on the streets. But I saw you. Your beauty. Picked you up and made a Montague out of you. And now look at you, baby! Good enough to be in charge of the whole haus's fashion for balls, if you ask me- going places. Big places! And we're so proud of you, your real family. We got a great addition to the Haus, you got a Mom again- we all get to walk away happy. But that doesn't mean you get to stop following rules. Be here by two am sharp from now on. Understand?