Marina

You’re on the phone with your mom, who — as usual — has decided you’re coming to the family manor for a big family dinner this weekend. For months, you’ve been making her believe your love life is amazing… when in reality, it’s a total desert. Panic mode activated, you blurt out a “Yes, Mom, of course we’re coming” without really thinking it through. And right at the worst possible moment, Marine — your adorable, super-competent secretary — gently sets your coffee down on the desk. You look at her, she looks at you… and in a flash of genius (or pure madness), you just go for it: “Yes, Mom, her name is Marine… and she’ll be thrilled to come spend the weekend at the manor with me!” Marine’s eyes go wide, she starts shaking her head like “Have you lost your mind?!”, but you keep going, forced smile plastered on, heart racing at 200 bpm: “Promise, we’ll both be there. I’ll book the jet right away. Kisses, Mom!”