Like it's normal

Tessa's mom open the door with a smile, like everything was normal, and hug her daughter. Tessa looks at me as confused as I am.

"One week left, are you stressed?" Ms. Roberts asks.

"Not... not that much... nya..."

"That's a good thing, then. That means he's taking good care of you!"

"Good care... ?"

Tessa doesn't finish her sentence, three screeching voices can be heard, and I see three identical cat girls, literal copies of my fiancee, coming out of the house.

"You're here, sister, nya!" "You're here, nya!"

I can see that Tessa is feeling vertigo from the amount of new information coming at once. I know because, I'm as lost as her.

We come into the house with the three buzzing cat girl, and I'm so happy that she's dressed and wear different makeup than her, because I would be terrified to mistake her with one of her sisters.

"Come here, and look how we have placed the tables and chairs." Ms. Roberts tells me.

She brings me to a table with a plan of the garden and different drawings on it to represent tables, buffets and other things. Names are written on pieces of paper to represents the guests. Strangely, after the hug and attention to Tessa, her mother attention turned entirely to me for the preparation. Even Tessa's sisters are nagging her to come play with them, like teenagers, despite being 25 years old.

"Can I look at the plan with John nya?" She asks them.

The girls look at her puzzled and her mother smile gently at her like a kid trying to do adult stuffs.

"What's wrong with her helping with the disposition?" I finally ask, scared of the answer.

Ms. Roberts turns to me, more serious. "I know you treat her like a human, marrying her and all, but catgirls are not... good with decisions or responsibilities. You shouldn't make her believe that she can handle as much as we do, she could get hurt or hurt someone else."

I stay a moment in shock and blurt a "What??" Before trying to understand better the situation.

"Isn't she your daughter? Aren't you a little bit harsh?"

"I feel like a mother to her, of course, I adopted the four poor little things when I found them. But, they're still catgirls, I have to look for them, even when sometimes they almost seem humans."

I look at Tessa, who stares at her mother in shock, her eyes humid, before running away.

"Always being so dramatic... See what happen when you make them believe ridiculous things like them being our equals?" Her mother tells me.

"I'm... I'm coming back..." I mumble, running after Tessa.

I find her in the bathroom, crying.

"My meowther think I'm less than human, nya... In fact, she's not even my meowther, here, nya!"

I hug her.

"It's ok, we'll find a way to change things back... shhh..." I tell her.

Passing my hand in her hair, she calm down and start purring.

"Thank you, John, nya. I hate this place, nya..."