"You are most welcome, Ciaran. Any friend of Emilie's is welcome in our home." Samantha smiled and slipped an arm around Thomas's. She tugged him toward the door, pleasant smile that contrasted her husband's scowl still firmly in place. "It'll just be a minute."

Emilie's jaw hurt from clenching it. They were so goddamn embarrassing; but at least nobody had been hurt, right? Her dad was practically on his best behavior. Mom? Well, she was as fake as ever. Emilie would probably get an earful later-- and this time she wouldn't have anyone on her side.

But for now? Apparently there was brunch! She watched them exit, listening to them in the hall for a minute as their voices faded.

"Fuck," She muttered, running her hands through her now-platinum locks. "I'm getting out of here. You coming?"