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[indent][color=silver]Ava found herself running out of expressions to feign that wouldn’t give Miranda or her parents the impression that she was quite bored with the small talk they were participating in. If it wasn’t about thanking Miranda’s son for the invite, then it was about how “divine” the party was (her mother’s words, not Ava’s). It got to the point where Ava was looking around for a reasonable excuse to ditch them. But, alas, to no avail.

But, of course, her father would take notice of her daughter's unsubtle body movements. “[color=cc5500]You don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to.[/color]” Baltazar whispered to his daughter.

She looked at him, “[color=mediumturquoise]No, it’s fine.[/color]” Ava would shrug, waving away her father’s suggestion.

Adrianna would ignore what she clearly heard Ava and her husband whispering about. “[color=8e1eff]So, Miranda, how is your granddaughter? Your son couldn’t help but brag a little about her,[/color]” Adrianna inquired, taking a sip from her glass.

At the mention of her oldest granddaughter, Miranda gave Adrianna a half-smile. [color=pink]“Ah, my darling Audrey.”[/color] A proud expression shone through her usually cool features. [color=pink]“She’s doing splendidly. In fact, she made her appearance about a half hour ago. Let me see if I can point her out to you.”[/color]

Miranda’s hazel eyes slowly began to roam the room, briefly scanning guests’ faces until they finally found Audrey. To her surprise -that she kept hidden behind a mask of haughtiness-, her granddaughter was not alone. In fact, the young half-Latina seemed to be in good company at the ballroom’s balcony. Drinks in hand, she seemed to be conversing with an elegant and handsome stranger about her age, who also happened to [i]not[/i] be Christian Maxwell. Though Miranda could tell by her granddaughter’s flirtatious body language that this interaction spelled trouble, she feigned indifference to not have the Mossos asking questions.

[color=pink]“There she is,”[/color] she told Adrianna, pointing to Audrey’s crimson-clad figure at the balcony.

Following Miranda’s gaze, Adrianna saw where she was looking at. A beautiful, young latina woman clad in a long-sleeved, bright red dress was over at the balcony. Though, at first, it was difficult to see who she was with, Adrianna took a moment to see and when Audrey’s male company had turned his head, she saw who it was. She chuckled, hiding it behind her hand. Her darling son had slipped away to go flirt with the hostess’ granddaughter. Of course he would. That was just like him. Not even five minutes and he had to go on the prowl. 

Shaking her head, Adrianna leaned to Balt, “[color=8e1eff]look over there,[/color]” she spoke quietly. 

Baltazar’s gaze went over to the balcony. He couldn’t help but smirk. “[color=cc5500]That’s my boy,[/color]” he murmured, not wanting to alert Miranda, but Ava heard.

That motherfucker. Ava was livid. How come he got to have fun and she was stuck here pretending to give a crap about this old broad? Ava huffed quietly. “[color=mediumturquoise]I’m going to freshen up. If you’ll excuse me, Miss Priestley,[/color]” Ava curtseyed as she took it upon herself to [i]appear[/i] to head to the bathroom. As soon as she was out of the purview of her parents, she darted straight for the balcony.

“[color=8e1eff]It appears my son has taken quite a liking to your granddaughter,[/color]” Adrianna noted, seeing how cozy the two of them were with one another. 

Miranda merely nodded in Ava’s direction when the girl excused herself, as her eyes were still glued to the scene unfolding between Audrey and this mysterious young man. The more she watched, the more cozy the two seemed to get… And the more curious the older woman got at knowing just who was flirting so shamelessly with [i]her granddaughter[/i], of all people. Surprisingly, the young man’s identity wouldn’t be a secret for long. Adrianna Mossos confirmed that the man with her granddaughter was with was her son.


This took Miranda completely by surprise. [color=pink]“Oh, is he, now?”[/color] the white-haired woman asked Adrianna, raising a questioning eyebrow.

Adrianna sighed, somewhat shrugging, “[color=8e1eff]Without a doubt. He’s the only son of mine that would purposely abandon his family for a young lady. Though, by the looks of it, Miranda, it doesn’t seem your granddaughter minds his company.[/color]” Adrianna wasn’t necessarily a queen of observing what most didn’t see, but she did notice things. Plus, she knew her son better than anyone and she knew when he was being coy and when - as the kids say - putting the moves on someone. “[color=8e1eff]What’s your take, honey?[/color]” She asked her husband.

Balt would glance over. “[color=cc5500]Oh yeah, he’s definitely putting on that Mossos Charm of his.[/color]” Balt stated, smirking approvingly. 

Miranda did not crack a smile. In fact, her neutral expression was replaced with a scowl. Leave it to Audrey to be the one granddaughter to place her in this embarrassing position. At that moment, all the fair-haired woman wanted was for this uncomfortable conversation to be over [i]fast[/i].

 [color=pink]“Well, it was nice to speak to you, all.”[/color] she said briskly, giving Adrianna and Baltazar a forced smile. [color=pink] “Please do carry on enjoying the party.”[/color]

And with one last nod, Miranda Priestly turned her back on the Mossos’ and sauntered away. In a blink of an eye, her figure had blended with the rest of the party guests.

“[color=cc5500]That was odd.[/color]” Baltazar noted, scratching his head.

Meanwhile, Adrianna sighed, “[color=8e1eff]that’s because you’ve never been a mother, my dear husband, let alone a [i]strict[/i] mother.[/color]” Adrianna knew that look and tone all too well. That was the tone - even if covered up by Miranda’s near-flawless poker face - of someone who disapproved of the company that Alexandros brought to that granddaughter of hers. “[color=8e1eff]Come honey, let’s go mingle with the Cross’. I want to say hello to Simon.[/color]”

Adrianna and Baltazar Mossos rushed past people, going to mingle with the other guests. All the while, Adrianna feared the worst for her darling, if not faulted, son.[/color][/indent]