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Post by Jack Favell on Apr 25, 2008 21:10:12 GMT -5
"I believe that that stunning young lady with the auburn hair will vouch for me..."
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Post by Micaela on Apr 25, 2008 21:13:33 GMT -5
"I don't care who will vouch for you; unless you have the bride's approval, which I seriously doubt, you're instructed to remove yourself before I have the authorities do so. I'm not in a good mood, Mr. Favell; don't think I won't do it." *She snapped, getting seriously annoyed.*
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Post by Jack Favell on Apr 25, 2008 21:17:00 GMT -5
"Such a pity. Rebecca would have let me stay."
He sighed melodramatically.
"I always was her favorite cousin..."
He nodded to Micaela and was on his way.
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Post by Micaela on Apr 25, 2008 21:21:41 GMT -5
*She stormed after him and managed to catch him in the hallway. She forcibly turned him around and pointed a finger in his face.*
"Don't you dare compare me to her!" *She hissed.*
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Post by Jack Favell on Apr 25, 2008 21:22:32 GMT -5
"Temper, temper," he chided her, almost laughing, and pulling himself away to continue down the hall.
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Post by Micaela on Apr 25, 2008 21:26:32 GMT -5
"Yes, I have a temper. God forbid the new Mrs. de Winter, examined and evaluated like some kind of prize cow, be human, and have emotions." *She took a step closer, though still keeping a good distance, glaring challengingly up at him.*
"You have no right to come to this party, speak to me, and be in my house. You do not get to compare me to her. She's dead, and everyone would do better to remember it." *She hissed, turning around and storming off down the hallway in the opposite direction.*
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