𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕦 - 𝕡𝕖𝕕𝕣𝕠 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕝

𝕠𝕟𝕖

.｡･ﾟﾟ･☆･ﾟﾟ･｡.

cass had been staying in her family's house on the outskirts of mallemort for two weeks already when pedro arrived. the sun shined warm down on her and her aunt as they were having a midmorning coffee in the orchard, her aunt sitting up as she saw her husband's car pulling up to the house's dirt driveway.

"guillaume!" called her aunt from the table into the house, where cass's father was probably over-revising some of his new script's lines. she smiled at the thought. typical.

"quoi?" cass heard her father's raspy voice respond from the kitchen door, sitting up a bit straighter and taking a sip of her cup as the engine of the car stopped.

"ton invité!"

"merde, c'est vrai! he comes today!" the old man said, his resounding, shuffling, sputtering steps going to the entrance audible from the house. cass takes another sip from her coffee cup and looking at her aunt, letting out a small chuckle.

"my papà's something special, isn't he."

"he is, mon coeur. now, let's be good hosts and go greet the guest."  cass's aunt huffed, standing up and brushing her hands on her pants and making her way towards the house.

cass followed shortly behind her, tucking away some stray hairs that had been flustered by the summer breeze and adjusting her sundress as she walked over to the front door and stood in the doorway alongside her cousin héloise.

"i wonder what he looks like"

"i bet he's a fine piece of ass, cass. don't worry about it."

"hélo!" cass shrieked, playfully slapping hélo on the arm as both of them giggled. they saw the guest stepping out of the car, eyes squinted through his sunglasses at the bright french sun and running a hand over his mustache. he's not that bad, really. she was hesitating the appeal of the patchy facial hair, but he seemingly had that carefree aura that she liked with the worn white button-up shirt, rolled up jeans, and some very, very, very tattered shoes. she loved it.

cass smoothed down her dress once more as the guest started pulling his bags out of the trunk and walking over to them. she felt childish in such an old and short dress, but nonetheless it was her favorite.

"pedro! how are you doing, how was everything?" started guillaume, embracing him in a friendly hug. the affection was clearly alien to mr. pascal because of the visible tenseness in his motions as he patted the old man's back.

"mr. cunningham! oh, it was great, everything was beautiful."

"no jetlag?"

the man huffed, "oh, god i don't know yet. but we'll see soon enough."

they continued with the small banter until they got to everyone else who was at the front door, when cass's father started introducing them all.

"well you met my brother-in-law, leo," he said, gesturing to cass's uncle who was driving away to store the car. "this is my sister, astrid, and her daughter, héloise." now gesturing to cass's aunt and cousin, who smiled and waved politely greeting, her aunt testingly confusing the guest with the 3 bisous. cass and hélo exchanged a look through stifled smiles at the woman's antics and the guest's confusion.

"...and this is my daughter cassandra." the old man said, standing next to his daughter and squeezing her shoulder affectionately.

she stretched out her hand for the man to shake, smiling, "nice to meet you mr. pascal. you can call me cass"