“Now, Serissa, that’s so not fair. I also recall asking you permission and you gave me the go ahead, it’s not like I just decided to sleep with my best friend’s brother because I’m a bitch.” Chespi protested. “I messed up, I know, Ser, you of all people know how much this means to me though…”
"I’ll give you that, alright? I did give you permission, although, I seriously think it’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever done. I mean; there’s nothing attractive about my brother even." Serissa sighed, her eyes growing softer. "You’re right, I do know. Sorry Ches, really."
“Ser, I promise not to be that unprepared. I’ll talk to him about that soon, but, there’s bigger fish to fry than that.”
"You also said you wouldn’t sleep with my brother, and work how well that turned out, Hail-Hail. I mean, come on. Look at you, I love you, but, obviously you aren’t the most prepared person out there."
“I think you’re referring to the family saying that goes: “A Ruth lying under oath is no better than a ruthless murder.” Correct?” France sighed, “Ruth, ruthless, get it?” He then smiled. “But yes, I’m with Chespi. I’m assuming she told you about the pregnancy? Don’t worry Rosalie already knows.”
“So I take it as having a blog is worth the risk?”
:So why was I the last one in our family to know, Rosa and her don’t even talk to each other and that’s my sexy bestie. Plus, I’m closer to you too France than she is. So why did you feel the urge to give me the rotten end of the stick?” Serissa then turned to her sister. “Yes, basically a blog is worth it.”
“I’m sure he would, Ser.” Chespi finally sighed, honestly not so sure about what Serissa was saying. “There’s so much I still need to talk to France about though, before we even consider worrying about a house or anything major like that.”
"Of course, that’s completely understandable. Just don’t save the housing conversation until a week before you’re supposed to bring it home. 7 months the latest, you know."
“A friend did something like that once,” Hazel murmured, “And Hazel Teitge.” She replied, easing into talking to her idol.
"Really? That makes me feel better about it. My siblings joked about it for a week. It gets brought up every once and awhile now, but, it’s lot more humorous now than it was at the time." Serissa smiled. "It’s a pleasure to meet you Hazel. I really like your name! I have a little while before I have to do anything business related, do you want to hang out?"
“Of course not.” Chespi smiled, linking pinkies with Serissa. “Let’s think logically Serissa, your father is going to cut France off once he hears the news. It has to be something we can afford.” She sighed. “A whole house isn’t logical.”
"But you have to remember that my father listens to me and if I ask he will likely forgive France’s ‘mess up,’ clean up the mess in the papers when news comes around - and trust me before you have that baby people will be talking - and still finance France’s endeavors. I can’t see my father flat out cutting any of us out, especially the pride and joy son, heir to the family business, and the oldest. My father may seem heartless at times, but, he’s surely not heartless."
“There you have it! Serissa just described exactly what will happen to you if you piss off the wrong person.”
“See this is why I don’t do blogs.
"But that’s the part I love most about blogs, you’re not living until there’s an angry mob after you! Joking aside however, I love blogs, and gossip. Speaking of gossip, Ches totally told me you two are together. She also made me swear to mega secrecy about something, so I can’t flap my lips, a Ruth caught breaking oath is no better than a heartless killer. Right?"
“That sounds…cool. Not something I’d see, really because I wouldn’t understand it.”
"That’s alright, I’ve heard that plenty of times before. I’m not used to running into people outside of France who know French, so, it’s completely okay if you don’t understand the language."
“A movie deal? Do you know what movie?”
"A small foreign film, just a remake of Un Amour de Jeunesse. Nothing really big. But still, a film is a film. I’d rather have a small job than no job at all.”
“Bonjour!” Hazel replied quickly, looking, well, amazed. “How cold I not know who you are?” She added, bouncing on her toes a bit.
"Well, I could see how someone would not know who I am. My own brother cut his hair once really short and it took me a few minutes to realize it was him walking up to me." Serissa laughed, smiling at the girl. "Quel est votre nom mademoiselle? If you don’t mind me asking, at least."