Finding Stardust 18 Happy Birthday, Stardust.

"Did your parents really look like that?" Horan asked in amazement when he saw the initial sketch made by Mr. Neville after Emma explained in detail how her mother and father looked. Emma mentioned that her mother's hair was platinum, like hers, and their eyes were both light blue in color, like topaz.

She mentioned that her father was handsome and tall with short silver hair and a unique pair of eyes, each of which had blue and green colors. Mr. Neville's hand quickly worked with his pencil to draw line by line onto the canvas to make every curve that later formed two faces that Emma had been dearly missing.

"Do you believe your memory is accurate?" asked Horan again. "I mean, the last time you saw them was... How long ago was that? Twelve years ago, right? Or even longer?"

Emma shook her head. "I don't know how to make you understand, but last night I suddenly dreamed of my parents. They felt so close to me, and I will never forget my mother and father's faces ever again. I have longed to see them for a dozen years. I can't be wrong."

Finally the young man nodded. He looked back at the sketch that Mr. Neville had made, and he frowned. He knew that Emma would not lie to him. What for? After all, there was no reason for the girl to lie about her parents' faces.

From Emma's explanation to Mr. Neville, who sketched her parents' faces, Haoran could imagine what Emma's father and mother would look like. He guessed that Emma's mother had a very similar appearance to the girl. They both have beautiful, platinum-colored long hair and a pair of light blue eyes. This showed that Emma's physical characteristics were inherited from her parents.

Before today, Haoran had thought Emma had a genetic disorder that made her appear different from most other humans. Haoran had thought Ema had lower melanin levels than average people.

But now he could see that Emma's appearance was a genetic inheritance from her mother. Haoran could accept scientifically that Emma and her mother having such a unique appearance. They might experience a genetic disorder from her mother's side of the family.

However, when Haoran saw that Emma's father also had a unique appearance, Horan's little heart began to tingle. He felt that it was too much of a coincidence for two unique people like Emma's father and mother to meet and fall in love and then get married.
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"Do you know which country your parents are from?" Horan asked her again.

Emma shrugged. "I don't know. What is clear is that we once lived in a rural area in France."

"Oh, I see .." Haoran could only nod. The idea to make a picture of Emma's parents was a good idea. With that picture, he would be able to pay people to track down Emma's mother and father around the world using face recognition technology.

Mr. Neville did live up to his reputation as the best portrait painter in Paris. Within an hour, Haoran and Emma were already staring at an almost finished sketch. Based on Emma's instructions, the two beautiful faces have now been transformed into a lifelike black-and-white portrait.

The shape of the eyes, the shape of the noses, the shape of the eyebrows ... everything was drawn so accurately. Even though the sketch was still in black and white and had not been added with colors to make it look more real, people could already see how the two mysterious people looked.

Kaoshin Stardust had short silver hair framing his perfect face. His expression looked so calm, but his gaze made him look like an aloof man with a thousand secrets.

His face was very handsome with a pair of deep eyes, each of which had two colors: blue and green. Arreya Stardust looked very much like Emma in the more mature version. But the difference was that she had a pair of eyes that radiate with happiness, unlike Emma, who looked sad.

When Haoran saw the portrait of these two people, he felt like he was looking at an illustration in a novel about elves. The young man nudged Emma softly and whispered into her ear. "You don't look like humans. You and your parents look like beautiful elves..."

Elves? Emma frowned. She knew what Haoran meant. The young man just used the word elves carelessly. Of course, he meant to say that Emma looked different from ordinary humans.

Haoran did not know that Emma also possessed powers that regular humans did not have in general.

This made the girl nervous. Even now, Haoran could see that she was different. Deep inside, Emma felt that the young man was right. Emma was not a regular human like Haoran.

Then, who am I actually?

Why did my mother and father deliberately left me here alone?

"All right ... since Mr. Neville had successfully made the sketch, we will let him work and come back here tomorrow," Haoran said later. "Now, we both need to eat."

Emma nodded.

"Wait a minute ..." She pulled out her cellphone and took a picture of the sketch, and then kept her cellphone back in her pocket. "I just want to see my mother and father again tonight..."

"Of course. Don't worry, tomorrow afternoon, we will come here again and take the finished painting." Haoran nodded.

"Thank you," Emma said to Haoran. The girl then bowed slightly to Mr. Neville. "Merci beaucoup, Monsieur[1]."

Mr. Neville nodded and smiled. "De rien, Mademoiselle[2]."

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After the first mission was accomplished, now was the time for Haoran to take Emma to dinner as planned. They took a taxi to the Eiffel Tower, and there Haoran led Emma to the restaurant at the top of the tower.

"Dinner here is very special because we can see the beautiful city of Paris from the height," Haoran said with a proud smile. "I wanted to book this whole place just for the two of us... but it was too over the top for two teenagers to have dinner. I don't wanna attract too much attention to us. So, let's just eat with other people for now... Later, in a few years, when we come back here, I will book the entire Eiffel Tower just for you."

Emma looked at Haoran with an astonished face. She knew the young man was from a very wealthy background, and he could do whatever he mentioned earlier. Booking the entire Eiffel tower for a date just for the two of them? Piece of cake!

But Haoran deliberately did not do that, and Emma felt grateful instead. She did not like to attract unnecessary attention.

They were sat at one of the best tables in the restaurant, and a waiter immediately approached the two to get their orders.

"Uhm ... we don't drink alcoholic drinks, so there's no need for the wine list," Haoran said as he gave back the wine list menu that the waiter placed in front of him.

Emma frowned at Haoran. She knew that the legal drinking age limit in Singapore and France was both 18 years. That means, Haoran could already drink wine, right? He was two years older than Emma.

"You're already 19 years old. So, you can already drink," the girl said in puzzlement. "You're not like David, Dinh, Eric, and Alex, who have to fake their age to be able to buy wine."

Haoran looked at Emma with an amused look. "Ssh ... don't speak too loudly about my age. Yes, I am of legal age to drink, but you're still 17 years old, you still can't drink wine. I don't want to drink by myself. What if I got drunk and you then take advantage of me? I can't take the risk..."

"Eh? What did you say? Do you think I want to get you drunk and take advantage of you??? Are you for real!??" Emma hit the young man's shoulder exasperatedly. Haoran just laughed at Emma's reaction.

"Haha.. why not? I'm a good catch. If you take advantage of me, you will get a handsome boyfriend who could give you whatever you want in life with his massive wealth..." Haoran was laughing and smiling at Emma's expenses, while the girl kept hitting his shoulder. "Ouch... why are you hitting me? I am only stating a fact..."

"You...!"

"Sshh ... I'm just kidding." The young man finally caught Emma's right hand, which had been hitting his shoulder, and he held it with both hands. Haoran then smiled sweetly as he kissed her hand gently. "Happy birthday, Stardust."

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[1] Merci beaucoup, Monsieur = Thank you, Sir (French)

[2] De rien, Mademoiselle = No problem, Miss (French)

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