[b][center][h2]Paige Kennedy[/h2][/center][/b]

Paige politely returned Lexi’s cordial greetings as they entered the manor looking over the impressive Parisian-style decor as they walked together through the atrium and thinking how silly it was that only two people lived in the giant house alone. It was no wonder Marlin was a ball of nerves and Vika was just a spoiled brat, both proof enough that money alone was never a cure-all. There were a few of Siobhan’s paintings arrayed as they walked and Paige instantly scanned around for the one with the now-well-known, bullet holes, though not finding it. As she had figured, Sio dismissed it completely so Paige was free to enjoy the novelty though she still felt a small twinge of guilt about what happened. A few well-dressed onlookers greeted them warmly with high spirits as they entered the conservatory and Sio made her way to the bar.

For several weeks, Paige got to hear the story of the infamous Gala night from Sio and the childish demand from Victoria that Sio pay for her own drinks while everyone else indulged for free. Combined with the heavy scratch inflicted on her car, also by Victoria, that cost several hundred dollars to repair, the little rat had accumulated quite a tab against the two of them and Paige had it figured to around $1400. As Sio approached the bar assembly, Paige perused around the smaller room curiously admiring the ornate details of the interior architecture before she peeked around the counter finding the first item she was after among the bottles of liquor, wine and other assorted alcohols that the hosts had so proudly put on display and remembering that per the agreement, the homeowners would be covering the bar tab for Sio and her family. 

“Cancel that.” Paige said casually as Sio ordered a drink. The barman turned and regarded her strangely, unsure of what to say as the blonde dipped behind the bar as if it belonged to her and placed a black, textured bottle on the counter. “We’ll be having [url=https://www.forbes.com/sites/cathyhuyghe/2013/12/12/ultra-exclusive-3000-champagne-comes-wrapped-in-carbon/#68017c6bb957]this one[/url] first.” 

The man looked apprehensive eyeing the bottle hesitantly before catching the green glare in Paige’s eyes as she tilted her head slightly with a playful insistence. He reached for the corkscrew, but Paige pushed it away. “No, no, dear. This is a special occasion.” She had spied out the second item she was looking for encased behind the counter. “It’s okay,” She said, now fully behind the bar. “I got this…”

Being around Milo and his HEMA sword fighting hobby for so long had brushed off considerably on Paige. She was nowhere near Ana in ability, but liked sharing his hobbies with him, the same as when they went to the gun range together. She’d seen him do it more than once and demanded that he show her the technique: Removing the [url=https://www.perigold.com/kitchen-tabletop/pdp/berkel-champagne-sabre-vbkl1011.html?piid=] sabre[/url] from its casing, she slowly twirled it a revolution through her fingers scaring the hell out of the barman just as Vika and the rest of her trope descended into the conservatory like a wet blanket. Looking Victoria dead in the eye and with the chandelier light glinting off the polished blade, Paige removed the cork from the bottle in one swift motion.


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