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Post by Micaela on Apr 25, 2008 20:45:11 GMT -5
"What do you want me to do, Megan?" *She asked, a trifle irritably, but for the most part just desperately. She couldn't do anything about Maxim or the guests.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on Apr 25, 2008 20:46:51 GMT -5
"I don't know, okay!?"
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Post by Micaela on Apr 25, 2008 20:47:37 GMT -5
*Micaela bit her lip.*
"I'll ask the staff to look for her; she can't have gotten far..." *She suggested, not wanting to fight.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on Apr 25, 2008 20:48:59 GMT -5
"Whatever. Just... thanks, I guess."
She waved a hand irritably.
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Post by Micaela on Apr 25, 2008 20:50:34 GMT -5
"Everything's going to be fine, Megan." *Micaela said, reaching out briefly and squeezing Megan's hand before turning.*
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Post by Jack Favell on Apr 25, 2008 20:57:29 GMT -5
A man was leaning against the wall.
"How do you do?"
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Post by Micaela on Apr 25, 2008 20:58:47 GMT -5
"... who the hell are you?" *She exclaimed, fed up with this insanity. She didn't know him, he wasn't a guest... what the HELL?*
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Post by Jack Favell on Apr 25, 2008 20:59:47 GMT -5
"I'm sorry. I'm afraid we haven't had the pleasure of meeting before. You're Max's new little flame, aren't you?"
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Post by Micaela on Apr 25, 2008 21:00:53 GMT -5
"Micaela de Winter, Maxim de Winter's wife." *She snapped, extending a hand and expecting a name in return.*
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Post by Jack Favell on Apr 25, 2008 21:01:49 GMT -5
"Terribly sorry. Forgive me. Jack Favell."
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Post by Micaela on Apr 25, 2008 21:02:44 GMT -5
"And please do explain why you're at my house without an invitation." *She said with a false pleasantness and a flawless, warm smile.*
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Post by Jack Favell on Apr 25, 2008 21:04:23 GMT -5
"Rebecca was my cousin, my dear, and this is the first ball we've had since she so tragically expired. You can't blame a man for wanting to remember someone dear to him, can you?"
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Post by Micaela on Apr 25, 2008 21:05:50 GMT -5
"Yes. I can." *She said flatly, drawing her hand to herself.* "This is a private rehearsal for the wedding of a close friend." *There was a steely strength to her voice and an angry spark to her eyes.*
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Post by Jack Favell on Apr 25, 2008 21:06:48 GMT -5
"Oh, yes, the poor little mouse that was just here. I'm not all bad, you know..."
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Post by Micaela on Apr 25, 2008 21:08:40 GMT -5
"I'd appreciate it if you kindly removed yourself from my home; you haven't an invitation and I don't like you."
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