<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>There’s Always A Price</strong></span></div><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/nMmZAzQ.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Hanna Minato<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 10th, 2019, 10AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Minato Residence<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Mallory (Mention), Jack Finch (Mention), Kevin<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Ugh, so happy...<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Pictured<br/><hr/><br/>Did she have to put up with seeing her niece being so...happy? Surely it must have been something that could only last for a few hours at most, but no, it had been going on for the past few days,<em>at least</em>. It seemed today was a very special day for her little adopted daughter, as it was her dear friend Kevin’s 18th birthday; my how time does fly. She remembered when the two of them met, having visited after Mallory had come from school, with Kevin in tow. Who would have found that the one friend she met at school happened to live next door?<br/><br/>Hanna was no fool however.<br/><br/>She knew something was with the Finch family, ever since she met Kevin’s parents. Jack Finch especially rubbed her the wrong way, and it didn’t make her all that happy that Mallory was having some form of joy in her life. She was supposed to be quiet and suffering damn it, why was that so hard now?<br/><br/>However, Hanna did get some form of momentary peace, as the little nuisance was out in town. Most likely finding a gift for her little friend now doubt; how kind she was. Though Hanna could see the looks in her niece’s eyes, the way she clung to her friend like her life depended on it; it was just too obvious that the girl was going through new feelings.<br/><br/>Ugh, god it was annoying.<br/><br/>Though, this did leave for an opportune moment, one that she hoped would finally rid herself of this happiness that her niece seemed so fond of. Moving to the living room, she pulled out a white envelope, filled to the brim with Yen bills; it must have been nearly fifty-thousand, if not more. A small smile came to her lips, eyes sparkling at the money in front of her; yes, this should do perfectly.<br/><br/>Her head turned suddenly, when the doorbell rang; ah yes, the guest of honor had finally decided to come over! Settling the envelope on a table nearby, she made sure to prepare herself for pleasantries; even if she didn’t like the boy, that didn’t mean he had to know she didn’t like him. Opening the door, she greeted the, now, young man with a friendly smile.<br/><br/>“Ah Kevin, you’re here!” Having invited the man under the guise of congratulations and some small chit chat, she opened the door for him to enter. “Happy birthday; it’s a very big day for you, I’m sure. You’re parents must be excited for tonight!”