First off, let’s give it up for her patience. Seriously, how did she not lose her mind in the first five minutes?
She walks into a flat that smells of mothballs and get-rich-quick schemes. And she stays. That’s not love; that’s a superhero origin story.
Think about it. She’s a successful, sensible businesswoman. Then she marries into a family where the main financial advisor is a man who sells broken microwaves out of a Robin Reliant. Madness.
She Was the Grown-Up
Let’s be real: Rodney was a dreamer, Del was a conman, and Grandad was... well, Grandad. Cassandra was the only one with a proper job and a mortgage application that wasn’t written on a napkin.
She brought a touch of class to Nelson Mandela House. Suddenly, there were tablecloths. And opinions on interior design that didn’t involve a cardboard box as a coffee table.
Remember when she got that job at the council? Huge win for the family. It meant someone could actually afford a takeaway without selling a dodgy car first.
