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Mariana awoke rather…unceremoniously. Her head pounded slightly as she sits up in a bed that seemed to be too hot for any one person. She stumbles from the mess of blankets, rubbing her eyes as they settle on the man that had been beside her. She raises a brow, running a hand through her hair as she takes in the room. 
“…You’re getting better at drinking Mariana,” she mumbles to herself, her voice a bit raspy from it being the morning. She walks over to a pile of clothes, picking out her underwear and dress, pulling them in as she runs through what happened the night previous. She had just been at work, then met this guy after…but this time she didn’t wake up in a playground tunnel, so it was a win in her book. 

She grabs her shoes and phone, moving to leave. Her lips tug up slightly as she leaves the room thinking, [i]Father would be furious if he knew…[/i] this train of thought slowly trails off as she looks to her phone. 20 missed calls, even more messages. [i]What the fuck? Did someone die? [/i]

Mariana soon ate those words, freezing in her tracks in the hallway of the hotel she spent the night at. “Oh…” she whispers. What did happen last night? Fucking hell…
She tries to stop it. Really she does, but as tears fall down her face, a laugh bubbles in her chest. She leans against the wall, sliding down it as she reads through each message, her giggles seeming more manic as her tears fall on the glass. 

0% battery

Her reflection shines back at her and she exhaled sharply, throwing the phone against the opposite wall, her hand pressing to her mouth. “Finally,” she breathes. 

After about five minutes she stands, leaving the broken phone as she walks from the hotel. Fuck it was cold. She looks around, guessing her way home. She hums to herself, pausing along the way and buying a corn dog from a vender. 
Does she get strange looks? Absolutely. Does she give a fuck? Hell no. She relished in it. The rebellion of it all that she thought made her interesting. 

Somehow, miraculously, she makes it home. Benoit, her butler greets her at the door. “Another wild night Miss?” The french man asks as she hums, kissing the side of his cheek, walking inside, “Always.” She hums before looking back at him as he shuts the door. “And Benny? My father-.” He cuts her off, “Is dead. Yes I am aware, you received a few house calls,” he states, not offering comfort, knowing she would despise it if it was offered. 

“Isn’t life wonderful?” She whispers with a giddy grin, tears still stained through her face, having run through her makeup. Benoit doesn’t answer, but his eyes soften. She hums to herself, walking into her room, “Also I need a new phone if you could order one please! Thank you Benny!” She calls, flopping on her bed, “And maybe like-McDonalds!”

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It has been two days since her fathers…[i]untimely[/i] death. Marinara hasn’t contacted anyone, her only excuse being that she doesn’t have their numbers in her new phone, as if they weren’t memorized. Thankfully she wasn’t getting as many calls. 
Currently, the dark haired woman was sitting in her living room, scrolling through the movies on Netflix when the phone rings. “Benoit! Benny can you-oh Nevermind. Not like there is anything good to watch,” she hums, standing. She has ignored her family too long she supposed. 
“Hello?” She sighs over the phone. 
“Miss Blackstone?”

…that wasn’t anyone in her family. 
“That’s my mother. Call me Mariana. Who is this?” She asks before rasing a brow at the answer. 
“Yes mam’m, I am John Chandler, I work under Detective Russel, I am sure you e heard of your fathers death?” 

Mariana is quiet for a long while before-

 [i]click[/i]

“Nope.” She mumbles, going back to the couch. 

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“This is ridiculous Benny, why must I go?” Mariana asks the butler as he sighs, repeating the same answer from two minutes ago, “Because, all of your family will be there.” 
“…that is a horrible reason,” she sighs, fixing the black dress of a silk material and a deep v cut. “Still a reason. Now come on, we’ll be late.” Benoit says as Mariana sighs, grabbing her purse. “Fine,” she breathes. 

The drive seems fucking endless. She has gone over what to say a million times. Force tears that weren’t entirely fake. It was cloudy outside. Ironic. 

The driveway seems longer. Much longer. She sighs, taking a small shot of vodka from a bottle in the car before she sighs, stepping from the car. “Thanks Benny, stay…nearby.” She mumbles at he nods, giving her a reassuring smile before she shuts the door, walking up to where she saw Edward on the fountain, smoking. “Got an extra one of those?” She hums