Lola looked the man up and down and gave a sigh. She almost hated the genuineness she could see in his eyes. She wished he was consistent, that those cracks that showed pieces of a Leighton would shatter the glass and she'd have a reason to hate him. Instead she was playing a game of keeping him at an arm's length to prepare for the day their mother won him over while remaining close enough to not lose the last close family member who cared for her. 

At his statements, Lola shook her head. [color=FFDDFD]”Sorry,"[/color] she mumbled. Lola wasn't certain exactly [i]what[/i] she was sorry for. Snapoing at Al? Accusing him onhoggung the spotlight, talking bapit her plan. Regardles sorry felt like the right word to say