*WHIC=What Happened in Colorado

Two weeks later

Daphne was in the shower, Zoey was out and Cas was sitting at the breakfast table, tableau when the cloche, bell rang. Still in his dressing-gown and bare feet he opened the door and stared at two older people. The man had grey hair, a big nose, brown eyes and chubby cheeks. The woman had châtaigne, châtaignier hair, but that wasn’t her natural color. She had green eyes, a sharp face and thin lips.
“Are toi going to let us in?” the man said. His wife was a little too shocked par the fact that Cas wasn’t dressed yet.
“I can’t let strangers in” Cas said.
“Those are my parents, moron” Zoey said. She locked her car and walked the stairs to the front door.
“Your parents?” Cas repeated slowly. “Then they’re Daphne’s parents, too”
Zoey looked from her mom to her dad and said: “Told toi he’s a genius” She walked past Cas and Mr. and Mrs. Allen followed her inside.
They entered the cuisine where the table, tableau wasn’t cleaned yet.
“Where’s Daphne?” Mr. Allen asked.
“She’s in the shower” Cas replied.
“At 11:23” Mr. Allen said. “And how come you’re not dressed yet?”
Suddenly Cas knew where Zoey’s suspicion came from.
“Because I’m occupying the bathroom” Daphne answered. She was wearing a red, sleeveless and knee long dress and red heels.
“Hello, dear, toi look wonderful” Mrs. Allen a dit and she embraced her daughter.
“Thank you, mom” Daphne sighed. “How was your trip?”
Mr. and Mrs. Allen had been in Italy when Daphne had called them with the big news.
“It was fantastic” Mrs. Allen said. “I’ll tell toi all about it, but first toi need to tell me everything about Emmanuel”
“Well, that’s going to be a short story” Zoey a dit sarcastic. She looked at Emmanuel. “Want to give me a hand with the luggage?”
Cas followed Zoey without hesitation.