[h2][centre] [color=6ecff6]Victoria Darya Romus "Vika" and [color=bc8dbf]Maria Olympus[/color][/color]

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[h3][centre] [color=a2d39c]City museum post Dirty Harriet and back to Park View . Tuesday Afternoon . "Daughter of Persephone"[/color][/centre][/h3]


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Victoria sat back as the weather began to chill as Maria threw a large log onto the fire and curled up in front of it lazily. The whole strange feeling was still there but not so bad now. Just the weather after all, she could survive the cold, it just never was her idea of fun, especially when this seemed to be the answer. A little achey, tired. Just a big or so... 

Sitting back, the whole baby polar bear documentary was fun, mummy bear was was looking at the camera man like a rather tempting instant meal. Cute... Until the size of a large bear with a tempting desire to eat you!

Maria wandered back with a warmer blanket and warm mug of coffee to help keep the chill away, she had managed to sort of it some of the issues they had, and despite a few awkward silences things where on a up, even with Victoria knowing Darya was always going to be hard for her to every get past. She knew ernough of her own loss to know exactly that some things could never be replaced. They surprisingly shared a few more things salt than they relised. [i][color=6ecff6]"I swear your up to somthing Maria... Your eyes are almost glittering" [/color][/i] Maria blinked, shaking her head, Victoria was too smart to trick that simpley, her eyes always gave her away to fnaily. Despite the relationship between her father and Maria being new, Victoria was not unknown to the fnaily by a long shot. [color=bc8dbf][i]"Trust me Victoria, OK I am... But Youl see? Just enjoy the ride for once" [/i][/color]

With a shake of head and a laugh, she got a diffrent kind of ride earlier in the week. Though she was probbly thinking too much into all the city events however they just did not quite add up or not... They where in limbo. Perhaps a break in her thoughts might find thr answer later. Always paid to keep ahead of the game in security. [i][color=6ecff6]Sure, but I've found a ride I may want another go on! [/color][/i] smiling, she at least could be open about things with Maria and Marlin. It felt like she had very few people she could truelt trust in Sol... Though had to admit she had not entirely helped that one... 


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Vanishing off Maria a excused herself for abit, and answered a call, least the larger house meant if you wnated a short walk you never had to leave the place. Finding herself downstairs in the ball room admiring the work that had gone into restoring the home pulling her fleece tighter as it always was cooler down here. [i][color=bc8dbf]"Hello... Yes this is Dr Maria, I have time to talk... They apcepted then, you move quick alright... Wensday might suit us better, Mar... OK, fine. Thursday but I have a meeting to attend. Yes that will do fine...Thry better be on time, all of us are busy after lunch... Smart, of course, what else would I expect... Email me the address, and pos...zip code I think you call them... Of course, il email our names for the desk, goodnight. Yes, trust me. Not my first business brunch... Until Thursday it is. " [/color][/i]

Ending the call and sighing, the woman seemed to not relise she was quite capable of handling her side, she was planning a wedding. Of you can do that a brunch was like a quick morning's coffee. The place was fairly nice not overly but definitely not substandard and quite well reputation wise. This definitely was a outing for her loubatons and perhaps the Hermes bag it was a splurge, but what was point in earning money to not have a few nice things you could be proud wearing. Plus. Well, impressions counted. Marla loved her bling, she liked to flaunt things abit differently. 

Her plans where a foot. Now just to try and see if Marlin would wear the matching necklace, it was too beuterful to sit locked away in a case all its life. Her daughter needed to get her confidence back, littlr things at a time. Sloe but progress... 

The playing field was set, now just for the game. 
[@Almalthia]