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

Paige ordered lightly from the prepared menu options and very daintily finished her plate, though she could have ate more she knew edicate dictated that she not stuff her face in the public view. She played by the rules and chit-chatted with the passersby, never giving away much about what she did for a living or even bringing it up. Noticing Milo’s expression when the scotch came around, she was also being careful about her alcohol intake. The events of earlier in the week seemed to have put off his taste for drinking and the near instant escalation of gossip-fueled drama at his arrival hadn’t done much to help that situation. Siobhan warned before that as her boyfriend described, the hosting English family was “completely insane”, she hadn’t really appreciated the sentiment until this particular evening: the news was swirling that Victoria was pregnant, Marlin and Xia decided to make a display and then someone turned a dog loose amidst the showing. [i]You literally can’t make this shit up…[/i] She had mumbled in Milo’s ear earlier shaking her head.

As it turned out, it was likely for the best, she conceded, that Milo had decided to show up. With him around, she was keeping her mouth shut in situations where she normally wouldn’t have and she mused on the strange way they had come to play off one another: If he was subdued, so was she, if her anger was boiling, so was his and vice-versa. He was different in that way than he’d been with Ana, and, as a quiet voice in her head constantly reminded her, [i]potentially very dangerous for both of them[/i]. She leaned back slightly considering the thought brushing her hair back slightly and allowing her green eyes to scan around the conservatory at the paying VIP guests. With the unveiling of several pieces, the beauty of the collection helped to quell some of the mouthy gossip being tossed around though she could tell Siobhan was still thoroughly aggravated at how she and Lexi were forced to try and salvage the evening right out of the gate. She gave Sio a playful nudge with her foot and once gaining the redhead’s attention gave her a very mocking look of snooty self-importance curling her lip and raising one eyebrow absurdly high while trying not to laugh.

Paige looked on cooly, resting one elbow back on her chair as Milo whispered in her ear and tapped the cane on the floor. She nodded narrowing her glance slightly towards the table across the room where the hosting party was seated and offering no expression. The tone with which he spoke sounded as if he was headed to take out the garbage and it was evident he was still not happy. The way the older Englishwoman, Maria, had completely ignored him earlier, as if he didn’t exist, [i]really[/i] grated on her nerves, but she played nice and bit her tongue. Ironically, it seemed she was the [i]only[/i] person biting their tongue across the whole event. One part based in her loyalty to Sio and not wanting to cause another distraction from her artwork and the second came from simply being raised in the South and knowing how to purport herself as a lady in public. 

Watching Milo’s expression and then Vika’s defensive posture made her shake her head plainly towards Sio. “That bitch forgot all about that cane.” She said only loud enough for Sio to hear, but not changing her expression or posture in the least as Maria trundled up to interject. “Look, there she is again, can’t help herself, right after she completely ignored him right to his face.” Paige’s tone was more grim watching Maria’s body language as if she were protecting poor, innocent, Victoria from the big bad Milo. “We’re just dirt to these people,” She said, watching as Maria led Vika away. “I’m sorry I caused this to happen, I’ll make it up to you.” 


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