The Lost Heir

"A  penny for your thoughts?" My godfather says."How about one thousand dollars." My smile spreads wide. "You'll cost me a lot of money, won't you?" He says, rubbing his brow. I find it offensive that he would refer to me as some kind of holy terror. "I'm not a holy terror." Crossing my arms and glaring at him, I protest. "I agree with you, you're more of a prima donna." A relaxed smile crosses his face.
His look reminded me of the man I refuse to mention who is essentially Keanu Reeves' long-lost twin. "The minute we land, we are thrown into a world full of savages who are disdainful and selfish." He says, running his fingers through his hair.  "Many people want answers, and they await us at a press conference held right outside of our front door." "I have to clean up the mess that King Vuitton made, making this our family's first scandal." He said before grabbing the remaining coffee and drinking it. "Because you and your family got born again." I said. "I don't know how you know who missed the mark.""Perhaps he was born to go to hell." With a smug smile, I reply."Possibly, he has changed or he may come around if he hangs around you."  "Dolce God has big plans for you to accomplish on earth."