Part 9: Meeting His Family

INTRO:

With Angelo's visit,

and her parents' blessing,

their love felt secure.

But now, it's Kate's turn—

will his family welcome her too? 

"OUTFIT"

In her room,

clothes lay scattered,

fabrics draped over chairs.

Dresses, skirts, blouses—

each discarded, none quite right.

What to wear?

What suits the moment?

What will they think?

Today, she meets his family.

Her makeup, light and soft,

her lips, a gentle shade.

She stands before the mirror,

heart racing,

until at last,

she picks a dress—

a light pink one,

soft and delicate,

just right.

"CHAUFFEUR"

Angelo waits outside,

a familiar figure now at her doorstep.

Her family greets him warmly,

he is welcome here.

He stands, patient,

until she appears.

Then—

time slows.

A girl in a flowing dress,

stepping down the stairs,

like a dream in motion.

He stares, captivated.Her mother calls out,

"Have a safe journey!"

And they step into the car.

As he starts the engine,

he glances at her,

smiling softly.

"You look extra beautiful today, Senior."

She smirks,

eyes playful.

"Just drive." 

"WITH HIS FAMILY"

At his doorstep,

she tightens her grip on his hand.

He smiles—

he feels her nerves.

The door swings open,

and a woman rushes forward—

his mother.

Kate, startled, recovers fast.

"Oh… I thought you were his sister.

You look so young and beautiful,

uh… mother?"

Laughter rings in the air.

A light tap on her shoulder.

"Oh my, what a sweet girl I have here!"

Then, to her son,

"You're lucky to have found this one."

Angelo grips Kate's hand tighter.

"Yes, yes I am."

His gaze finds hers,

and she blushes—

a little flustered under his mother's eyes.

Hours pass in laughter.

She learns about his father—

still at work.

His sister—

still at school.

Conversation flows,

and she eases into their warmth.

Angelo watches,

silently happy. 

"AT HIS ROOM"

His mother invites her to dinner.

Until then, she waits in his room.

She steps inside—

the room of a gamer.

Neon lights,

a sleek setup,

a world of screens and consoles.

"Be comfortable,"

he says.

But he himself looks stiff.

She chuckles,

taking a seat on his bed.

Her eyes wander,

landing on a shelf—

a photo album.

"You've seen my pictures back at my place—

isn't it only fair I see yours?"

She teases.

A pause.

A hesitation.

Then, he disappears,

returning with the album.

"My mother keeps this."

She flips through the pages.

A toddler Angelo,

a toothless grin.

A young boy,

awkward yet endearing.

Her laughter spills free,

and Angelo flushes red.

Some pictures,

too embarrassing,

but she loves them all.

Their joy fills the house.

His mother, eavesdropping nearby,

smiles before slipping away. 

"DINNER WITH HIS FAMILY"

The table is set.

A new set of faces—

his father,

strong, composed,

a refined version of Angelo.

His sister,

youthful, radiant.

Now she sees it.

Angelo has his father's presence,

but his mother's charm.

Plates are passed,

and as she takes a bite,

a thought dawns on her—

coincidence or fate?

The dishes—

most of them are her favorites.

Dinner begins,

and so do the conversations.

Unlike Kate's father,

who had studied Angelo with caution,

his father welcomes her warmly.

Then, a soft voice beside her.

"Sister, you're pretty."

Kate turns.

A young girl, eyes gleaming.

"I'm Nicole, his sister."

Kate grins.

"I know you.

Your brother talks about you a lot."

Nicole blinks, startled.

"He does?"

Her gaze shifts to Angelo,

who avoids her stare.

The siblings bicker,

and laughter erupts.

Their parents watch fondly.

And Kate—

simply enjoys the warmth of it all.

"GIRLS' TALK"

Dinner ends,

and Angelo's mother calls for Kate.

Angelo follows,

but Nicole halts him.

"Girls' talk."

Defeated,

he retreats to his room.

Now, just the three of them.

"Has my son been good to you?"

His mother asks.

Kate nods, smiling.

"Yes, mother. He has."

Nicole leans forward, grinning.

"But really, why him?

He's kinda ugly."

Kate laughs.

"Well… he's cute.

And… cute."

His mother chuckles,

nodding in approval.

The stories unfold.

Embarrassing moments.

Sweet gestures.

Kate tells them of the 100 flowers,

the ring,

the dates.

Laughter fills the room.

The bond between them deepens.

"BACK IN HIS ROOM"

She returns to find him,

immersed in his game.

He pauses, looking up.

"Did you have a good time?"

She nods, smiling softly.

"Yes."His shoulders relax.

A quiet sigh of relief.

"DRIVE HOME"

The car hums.

She opens the window,

letting the wind kiss her skin.

"The night's cold,"

he warns.

"Don't let too much wind in."

She smiles,

gazing at the sky.

Then, softly,

"I love you."

He glances at her,

the moon reflected in her eyes.

"You know that, right?"

A smirk tugs at his lips.

"And I love you so much too."

The stars shine above,

but to her,

nothing shines brighter

than the light in his eyes.

They talk through the night,

their hearts full.

"COMMENTS"

Alone in the kitchen,

his mother sips her wine.

Memories of the evening swirl—

100 flowers,

a ring,

sweet words whispered.

Where did her son learn such romance?

A figure appears—

her husband,

reaching for water.

"Our son is grown now.

He'll be fine."

A pause."And I like the girl.

She reminds me of you when you were young."

His words catch her off guard.

A blush creeps in.

"I approve of them.

Not like we could stop them anyway."

He smirks.

"Enough about them.

Our love is still blooming too."

She chuckles,

and as he lifts her into his arms,

she laughs.

Love blooms everywhere.

OUTRO:

Their love now embraced,

their families by their side.

No more obstacles—

only endless possibilities.

But will their love

forever remain untouched?

Or will fate

have other plans?