Rosa’s memorial service was well attended. Everyone was there, sharing a memory or helping the family during their grief. Toward the end of service, a commotion of shouts and cameras was heard outside just before two dark gentlemen walked in followed by a woman dressed in black.
Prue: Like to make an entrance, don’t you?
Cassandra: I’m not here to cause trouble.
Prue: Seems you already have.
Cassandra: I have no control over the paparazzi, they tend to follow me wherever I go, no matter how discreet I try to be.
Prue: Huh. I have half a mind-
Cassandra: You always did, now please move. I’m here to pay my respect to Ethan in the passing of his sweet wife.
Prue: *smirks as Cass brushes past* You’ve grown claws… good for you.