(GLADLY BEYOND ── XIV ) ♡ ˚.*ೃ TRAPPED AND CORNERED
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The only thing you could really, surely, definitively say about any given Leclerc was that they were all certified arm-twisters. Anne-Laure was not given much of a choice as she was carted off to Mexico on a family vacation for the holidays, and she made sure to let everyone know that she wasn't in attendance of her own volition. Living with her mother again was proving to be just as much of an inconvenience as she expected it to be, though her mother was enjoying it. There was to be no more getting out of things. No more rain checks. According to Pascale, Anne-Laure's new job was to "work on not acting miserable." Which felt a little unfair. Because she didn't feel miserable when she was alone, but there was no way of proving that to anyone. She felt fourteen again, really.
She tried not to interact. Mostly, she shut herself inside her room in their villa by the seaside and pretended she didn't exist. But unfortunately, life with a chaotic and loving family came with downsides.
"Anne-Laure, j'ai besoin que tu ailles au magasin / I need you to go to the store," Charlotte, Lorenzo's fiancée, tapped on the door bright and early. "We need eggs."
"Why me?" Anne-Laure complained.
"Because I am asking you."
Anne-Laure rolled her eyes deeply and dragged herself out of bed, phone in hand, and she opened her door without any amusement on her face, to be greeted with Charlotte, all happy and cheerful as usual. "Ask Arthur."
"He's going with you."
"Oh, absolutely not," Anne-Laure denied loudly, and tried to shut the door.
Suddenly, passing by and seeming to be in a hurry for something, Lorenzo made his presence known by shoving her door back open and giving her a stern look. "Anne-Laure, stop being difficult. Get dressed and go."
