ok kids we’re doing this, hankcon parent trap au starts here:



Connor sat at his desk, sketching a new design for the line he was presenting next month. The wedding boutique he had opened with all the money he could possibly scrape together had, in the past eight years, become

an absolute success, with brides queueing down the streets of London to buy a gown from Connor Stern. It was hard work but it was work Connor loved, and he never would have traded it for anything.



Connor heard the front door open downstairs and the low tone of his brother’s

voice reverberate through the house. Connor smiled, pushing back from his seat to head down the stairs. He’d planned to go to the airport himself this morning but found himself in a conference call that kept dragging on. He was nearly about to hang up on them entirely when