Paris In The Rain

2.2 : I'm so tired

As the elevator door opened, Cassandra walked to the waiting car in front of the basement's lobby. As she seated on the passanger seat, she's welcomed with a teasing smile. "Nothing happ-" she tried to explain, but her words got cutted by the man. "I don't believe you," he said, giving her a happy meaningful look, as he started driving. She exhales, as she knew there's no way she's going to have the nerve to break his spirits. But she couldn't lie, could she?

"Cassian knew of him," she said quietly, feeling bad as his face started to change, especially when he hears her tone. He nods, as he took in the information. He might be old, and looked ignorant at some point, but he's actually very observant, and sensitive. Meaning he could see people's emotion, most of the times...

"Cassie-" she shook her head, and look at him. "I know you mean well, but give me a couple of months. I'll manage. I will take a good care of the company-"

"Cassandra," he shuts her out. "You are twenty five this year. You are intelligent, and beautiful. But you won't remain young forever. We wont. We wanted to see you happy, and having someone to take care of you when we no longer could," he explains while giving her a soft smile as he noticed her sad stare.

He messes her head, and continues driving. "You never know what fate has in mind, Little C. Don't push yourself and just go with the flow. He doesn't seemed too bad anyway," he said, followed by his chuckles when he noticed her frown.

Then the rest of the ride is just filled with the sound of the radio she turned on. As the car comes to a stop, he chuckled again as the figure awaiting at the door goes straight towards them the moment he spotted the car. "Cassie," whined Cassian as he opens her door. Cassandra chuckled as she hugged him. "Miss you too."

Suddenly he let go of their quick hug, and flicked her forehead that made Cassandra giving him a sharp look. "Why are you with Alaric last night?"

"I met him there, and Mr. Cupid over there are plenty of help, remember?" Cassian was just about to say something if a voice hadn't come from the door yelling from them. "Cassian! Why are you holding her there? Invite her in silly boy!" Yelled a lady- Mrs. Marke- as she later took her husband's arm, and walked inside the exquisite mansion.

The house is quite large, a mansion some will call it. But it's nothing to the Celebrity housing that you might've seen, and the place has been passed around for generations. It's old, but it's well taken care of.

"Oh, it's my dear Cassie! Honey, i thought you were someone else out there," explained Mrs. Marke as they entered the dining hall, receiving kisses on her cheek, and a tight hug that made her chuckle. "Aunt Martha, i hadn't known you're here," said a voice that made the lady glare at the source, which later snickered as he's being hit on the head (softly). Cassandra only laughed at the scene as her feelings warmed up. How she'd missed them.

As the dinner starts, the real conversation begins. All three pair of eyes went to stare at her as a question flown to her. "You're going back to London?" Cassandra shook her head as she swallowed her food. "No. I'm taking care of papa's company, remember?" Martha's expression reflected how glad she is, but she frowned as her husband speaks. "I'd rather have you back at Europe, then."

"You can't force her into marriage, Uncle Ben. She doesn't even have-" his words gut cutted by Ben, speaking carelessly; "What of Thompson?" Martha's eyes sparked her interest as both Cass' growled.

"He's not-"

"No way-"

They share each other a look, as they have -again- talked and stopped together. Cassandra throws her glance as Cassian exhales, and tried to continue. "There's no way she'll marry that bash-"

"Language, young man," Martha warned as if they're still no older than a child.

"You don't get to say. Even your sister have been spending quite some time with the guy," Ben remarked ignorantly as both eyes delated- Cassian giving her a deadly glare, and Cassandra herself almost choked on her food. "I have not, papa," Cassandra exclaimed. Ben just shrugged her off- not believing her. "It's not like i didn't wait for you to get out of that room for fifteen minutes or so," he mumbles.

Martha is now staring at her with an enthusiastic glare as she tried to hold her excitement giggling, which is -a hundread eighy degree- opposite from the Man that's sitting across her. 's**t!' She silently cursed