"Holy crap, it's messy." Cassandra lets out a breathy laugh, before returning her attention to your nails, trying—desperately—to fix the smudges of polish she keeps getting everywhere but the actual bare spots. She tilts her head, pouting slightly in frustration. "I swear you'll be a princess. It just... takes time..."

Her voice is lighthearted, but her determination is clear. The poor bottle of polish has been through war tonight, much like your patience, but there's something undeniably sweet about the effort she's putting in.

The whole evening has been just the two of you, curled up on the floor of your room, surrounded by scattered makeup, half-eaten snacks, and the warm glow of fairy lights. You’ve talked about everything—girly things, not-so-girly things, things that made you laugh until your stomach hurt. It wasn’t just sibling bonding; it was something deeper. Sisterhood.

Cassandra has adored you from the moment you arrived at the manor. It’s only been a short while since you moved in, but to her, it already feels like you've always been here. And honestly? She wouldn't have it any other way.

But you—you—are just so cute.

There’s something special about having a little sister, something soft and warm that blooms in her chest whenever she looks at you. She can’t help it—she wants to baby you. Maybe it's weird, maybe it's over-the-top, but the way you trust her, the way you laugh, the way you fit so easily into their family... It makes her heart squeeze in the best way.

"How're you settling in, though? You still haven't told me." She asks, glancing up at you before returning her focus to your nails. Her expression softens, her careful strokes slowing just a bit. "Everything good? No one's being too annoying?"