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TW: mentions of being shot and mental health.

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"I'll be on the cover of Vogue," Trish was sat comfortably on Mista's lap, falling into his arms like a puzzle piece, "So I'm busy with interviews and photoshoots for the next few days. What about you guys?"

Breakfast was served with the latest news, gossip and anything that would make the others say "ooh" or "aah".

"I won't bore you too much but," Fugo stood up and straightened his plaid waistcoat, "Giorno and I have a few meetings to attend to. Nothing glamorous like Vogue."

Marie smiled softly, leaning on her elbows and listening carefully, "I wouldn't say that. Your work must be valued by Giorno, seeing as he chose you to be his lawyer."

"Good point," Leone walked in whilst straightening his leather trenchcoat, "And you, Marie?"

"Hm?"

He looked at her slightly, surprised, "You can't possibly tell me you've got more to clean when you've done almost everything!"

"That's not true," She laughed awkwardly, "You see, Josuke and Jolyne might be visiting soon. They'll need a place to stay."

Cheers filled the dining room. It seemed everyone was excited for the arrival of Marie and Giorno's fellow family members.

"Oh, I can't wait!" Trish stood up from Mista's lap and jumped in excitement, "I'll have to take a few days off of work. Let me know the dates, Marie!"

"Will do!"

"Hang on!" Mista caught Trish's small wrist, gently pulling her towards his chest, with a pouty look on his face, "You never take vacation days for me!"

"I'm always with you, silly," Trish giggled softly and pecked his lips before leaving his strong embrace, "Toodles! I'm off to work!"

"Make sure you take the lunch I've prepared for you!" Marie called out, "Ciao, my dear!"

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"Marie," Bruno had searched for her only to find the girl in the spare guestrooms, cleaning just as she said she would, "I've been looking everywhere for you!"

"Bruno?" She faced him with damp cloth in one hand and spray-bottle in the other, "Is everything alright? Why haven't you left yet?"

"There's a call for you. You know what that means." He grinned softly, placing a hand on his hip.

She gasped softly and practically glided across the stairs until she'd reached Bruno's study. And from there, she could hear multiple voices, whilst the sight of her fellow housemates crowding around Bruno's desk.

"Are the others coming?"

Trish was hogging the telephone whilst everyone else gathered behind her, trying to hear the conversation.

"What a killjoy, Johnny!"

"Whaddya mean Josuke's not coming?"

"HE'S NOT COMING?!"

"What about Jolyne?... NOT EVEN HER?!"

Marie chuckled softly and cleared her throat, "Trish, I thought you went to work?" The others looked up and stuttered embarrassedly, "What are you all doing in here?

"Oh! Johnny! Your sis is here. One sec..." Trish waited for me to grasp the handle of the telephone.

"Hello?" Trish ushered everyone out of the study and closed the door quietly.