THIRD PERSON
“I’m a Baudelaire.” He explained. The women’s jaws dropped as he said this.
“You’re Lexus Baudelaire? Alec Baudelaire’s long lost son?” Señora Celes asked.
Technically, she was only ten years older than Lexus, so she must have known about the Baudelaires.
“But that’s impossible,” she furrowed her eyebrows.
“Alec Baudelaire’s son would be in his thirties by now, and you don’t look a day over twenty-one.”
“I’m not sure why or how, but I don’t remember much about my disappearance. It’s like this huge void in my memory, But I do remember playing the piano at my mansion, among other things.” Lexus replied. The Snow seemed even more enamoured. Who wouldn’t, when someone in his thirties still looked so youthful?
“I can’t believe it... Only those close to the Baudelaires know t
