jacques starts making plans, hastily talking them over with max. juno cautiously walks up to them.

juno: mr villareal? i'm going to take my break now, if that's okay.

jacques: of course, dear girl. there's been a change of plans, let your mother know you are to accompany us at the PELA gala.

juno: oh! how generous, thank you!

max: god! what's the big deal? just debut your new line at the PELA gala like bella goth -

max realises what he's saying and shuts up. but it's too late, jacques already knows.

jacques: how on earth-? no matter. we can make this work in our favour. very good, my boy.

jacques: one day you're going to run this business, and then you'll learn how difficult it is and you'll look back at this moment and regret being so careless.

max rolls his eyes.

max: whatever you say.

jacques forces him to stand up.

the sun is blazing down on the villareal atelier photoshoot; it's almost too hot to bear. everyone is affected by the heat - judith ward disapproves of how her daughter is being shot, max is frustrated at being here at all and jacques is just trying to keep things professional.

judith: actually, y'know what jacques, i don't think he's getting juno's good side -

jacques: judith -

judith: no, i'm gonna go over there. trust me, you'll thank me later.

jacques sighs, unable to stop her. he looks over to max, sulking in the corner.

jacques: at least try to look like you're learning something.

max snickers.

mortimer: cassandra goth! you do not speak to us this way. go to your room, now.

cassie: ah, there he is! my real father.

cassie: i don't get it! why are we pretending?

bella: cassandra -

the goths have sat down for a rare family dinner. it feels... off. the stretched thin fake smiles, bella's overly cheerful attitude, mortimer paying attention to something other than his work phone. cassie can see through their charade.

bella: isn't this nice? everyone sitting down for dinner?

cassie: alex isn't even here. he's at a friend's house.

bella: well! we'll just have to do this again with all four of us.

cassie narrows her eyes.

cassie: i gotta go now if i'm gonna beat my mom home.

max: i guess the next time i see you... will be the PELA gala?

cassie: yeah. that's crazy, i can't believe it's come around so fast.

she rolls her eyes.

cassie: my mom is making me get fitted for a dress for the gala tomorrow. she's gonna use the publicity as an adverisement for her new line, or something.

they kiss.

blossom: alright! all done. if you guys wanna use the mirrors to have a look, you can.

max: put it on the villareal tab.

blossom: sure. give luna and lilith my worst.

max: will do.

cassie & max's matching tattoos (their initials in simlish):

blossom: of. fucking. course. she did.

blossom presses a bit too hard on cassie's ribs.

cassie: ah, ow.

blossom: so, max. is luna reeling from our break up? taking a vow of celibacy maybe?

blossom: okay, cassie you're next.

cassie swallows, and hesitantly sits on the table.

cassie: i'm a little nervous.

blossom: alright then! follow me. you're up first, max.

she preps max on the tattoo table.

blossom: say, shouldn't you two be in school or something?

max: shouldn't you not be tattooing minors?

blossom grits her teeth.

a tattooed woman with pink hair interrupts them.

blossom: max and cassie? you guys are my 2:00pm? welcome to baby blossom ink!

blossom leads the lovebirds inside.

blossom: now, i'm going to tell you the same thing i tell all my clients who want couples tattoos: chances are, you're going to break up. this tattoo is going to be on your body, regardless of your relationship status. are you sure you want that reminder?

max: but we're not going to break up, so it's fine.

blossom sighs.