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Once she had sufficiently bruised Lucas' arm enough, Victoire had decided to leave the pair in his room and be on her merry way. Or at least she wasn't stomping out like she usually did. As she passed the kitchen she spotted her father and her mother-to-be speaking, the former giving some sickening lovey-dovey eyes to the latter as she held his hand. Neither noticed her walking by, either choosing to ignore her or just not noticing as she slipped into the garage. Her eyes searched for her Mercedes, only remembering once again its fate before climbing into the lesser Bentley. Truthfully the car was fine, she was just attached to her old car.

But there was little time to linger, and once she was settled in, she made sure to connect her phone via Bluetooth before opening the garage. Once she was in the clear, Victoire drove off, going up the familiar road. Her phone beeped with a message, and she assumed it was Mara until she was informed it was a photo from Jun of all people. A gif, actually, but she wasn't able to see it until she came to a stop at a red light. Of [i]course[/i]. Why the hell was he able to get under her skin so easily? She wanted to blame stress, but really, she was just frustrated with how insistent his annoyances were.

[color=deepskyblue]"Text Moron,"[/color] Victoire said, waiting for the little sound before she would continue. [color=deepskyblue]"Call me whatever you want as long as you leave me alone."[/color] Lame, but for fuck's sake she was going to get a permanent migraine if she had to continue to interact with him. 

Once that passed, she would speak again. [color=deepskyblue]"Text Mara,"[/color] She sighed, happy her phone was used to her exasperated tone. [color=deepskyblue]"I hope you're up already, otherwise I'll be your wakeup call. I'll be as loving and gentle as an old timey alarm clock so be up so we can have brunch, I'm starving."[/color]

After that was sent, she ran her ran through her hair, relaxing against the seat as her fingers tapped the steering wheel. Shit, she never did run into Stella at the dance. The girl was odd but she meant well, and with the Kavi disaster as well as dodging Jun all night she didn't even try to look for her. [color=deepskyblue]"Text Stella,"[/color] She said, clearing her throat. [color=deepskyblue]"Hope your night went well."[/color] She probably should have said more but eh, good enough.
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