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As Mari and Tatia were conversing; Marisol's eyes went wide with slight surprise, as she heard Tatia acknowledge what she had done. "Bozhe moy ... Ty ser'yezno Tati?" Marisol asked under a hushed breath, whispering in her sister's ear, her words coming out bit slow...and unsure as she tried to get the sentence right..for a moment feeling the shock and panic of her sister's decision. Turning her head to Wyatt, she gave him a soft nod as she smiled. "Pleasure to meet you, Wyatt. I'll trust you'll take care of my sister." Marisol smiled at him gently, of course saying those words for appearance's sake than anything else. On another Level, she had to admit..this was genius....what a way to get at their parents for sure.

Talking with her sister...Marisol felt free to express herself...in ways she could not around their parents and siblings when talking in English.

As more siblings had arrived; Marisol gaped at Liv and Richard in shock. Her least favorite sibling had arrived..the one sibling that hated her, despised her, always confused Marisol. Nothing she ever did was seeking attention...she never asked to be found, when she run off. If people were searching for her...they did on their own terms, not because she wanted them to...or to steal a precious crown from Olivia's head. Even when Tatiana nudged her...speaking to her in Russian...Marisol remained there; speechless as she tried not to gape at her very pregnant and engaged sister. This she was not...expecting. Shaking her head, she looked away from her sister Olivia and Richard. "I wasn't expecting...that." she whispered to Tatia.

Amelia smiled at Tatia warmly, as they shook hands. "Don't worry...It's okay. Feel free to talk, as much as you like. Russian always has been...an interesting language, even if I know very little about it and the country itself." she told her softly. "It's nice to meet you Tatia and Wyatt." she nodded to the tall man, besides the Russian beauty. It wasn't long before, more people had arrived and Amelia noticed Olivia...one of Charlie's sister and essentially...her boss at her internship. Flashing a gentle smile towards Olivia, she looked a bit surprised to see the engagement ring on her finger. Before she could address her, Mrs Carrington was the first to speak towards her children. Listening to the very harsh...cold words; Amelia stiffened slightly. When Cassiopeia turned to address her; Amelia remained silent from feeling nervous and unsure what to expect.

Simply mumbling out a simple "You're welcome..." The way she spoke to her children...cold...distant...no emotion and compassion, stirred a worry within her. It was not very motherly off her. Tugging, Charlie on his arm nervously, she leaned in whispering "Is she always like this?" she asked, glancing at her best friend. When she heard what she had said to Marisol and Tatia; she turned a little pale...white as a ghost. Her lips slightly parted...but too shocked to say anything, to try and defend the young women beside her.

'This is going to be hell...if she treats everyone like this.' The thought lingered in her mind.

When Marisol saw her mother approaching; she just listened to the harsh comments she did not spare anyone. When it came to her and Tatia, Marisol's jaw clenched as she shot her mother a cold, unloving look. "Like you would know the difference between Modeling and working for a gentleman's club." she spat her, with a harsh yet sarcastic tone. Mari's hand curled up into a fist, fingers clenching tightly. "I am hard to live with?" she scoffed, shaking her head. "I see, you're still the same...ruthless...compassionate...heartless cold machine you ever where! You don't deserve to be called a mother...you never acted like one! If anyone's hard to live with...it's you!" Marisol rose her voice at Cass in anger and agitation. "I don't regret leaving home...I saved myself from hell! I Only regret, leaving Charlie behind to suffer, because of you." Her voice was cold...and heartless towards Cass, just like her mother was towards her children.

Her brown eyes weren't sparing her any positive emotions either...Cass did not deserve positive reactions...or emotions. Nor a kind word....not from her. "At least, everyone saved themselves and are doing what they like....but then again, you would never know! You call your work...home...and your baby!" she hissed at her in annoyance. "And you wonder why we left...you drove us all away...one by one, starting with poor Sam, who doesn't deserve to be talked about like...some...homeless person." Marisol was shaking, from anger. Her hand gripped onto the chair, gripping it tightly. Her anger was boiling, inside of her. Even though she did not Sam; Marisol was going to defend her oldest sister.

"And how dare you speak to Tatia like that?!" Marisol was close to yelling at her mother; her voice raising still. "At least, she has more compassion, feelings and motherly nature, than you ever had...if you even have it!" Marisol pointed that out to her mother. Tatia had been more of a mother figure to her, than Cassiopeia. 

Catching sight, of mother with Liv; she rolled her eyes into the back of her head. "tipichnyy." She muttered under her breath in Russian. It seemed like Liv had always been the favorite child...the only one getting away with a somewhat pleasant greeting, unlike the rest.

Marisol didn't have much time to recover, when she saw Reginald approaching her. She avoided eye contact with her father for the most part; hearing his comments she rolled her eyes. "What? Your...boring...and uninteresting suggestions?" she asked, in a mocking tone. "At least, Russian is more satisfactory and interesting, then your choices father." she spoke, in a snappy tone..still clearly irritated. "And I see, you haven't taught mother much love and compassion...I dare say, you're lacing it yourself, never showed much warmth but more discipline and coldness towards me growing up...no wonder, why you're both hated by many. Neither of you were ever proud of any of us...never! Only of yourselves...and your precious company." Turning her head away from Reginald...the man was bitter and judgmental. Expecting perfection from everything and anyone...when he himself was not perfect...not close.

When her father came to address the looks of her boyfriend; her nostrils flared in anger. "Leave, Peter alone! You expect everyone...and everything to be perfect to the dime!But...you've never been perfect yourself...and your money won't bribe me...or you my love...and closeness! Money does not...and will never buy those things...so think twice, before bribing someone with money to gain their trust!"

As she heard his comment about being her mother; she snapped back angrily "I am not CASSIOPEIA! Don't you dare compare to me to that monster...I'd be damned, before I turn into a heartless creature like her!" Her voice was stern and angry...filled with contempt towards both of them. Closing her eyes, she needed to take a few deep breaths. She just felt her father, kiss the side of her head; instinctively moving away from him. There was no point, trying to get close to him...she began to regret coming here in the first place; based on what had been said by her parents....This trip was going to be hell. But the plane was already ascending into the air; there was no turning back now. As Marisol closed her eyes, she could see Reginald punishing her when she was little. 

"No..please...I am sorry! I didn't mean to..please!" she could her herself begging with tears streaming down her cheeks, as he locked her up in the closet. A tear slid down her cheek at the memory...quickly wiping it away with the back of her hand.

Amelia watched the scene unfold in silence and she just bit her lower lip. Keeping silent was better than stepping out of line by saying something. She wasn't even sure what to say..when she saw Tatia hurrying off to the bathroom. Clearly she was upset...and visibly so Marisol...she wondered who could keep their cool under this situation. Following the direction in which Tatia run off; she gently knocked on the bathroom cubicle. "Tatia..are you okay? It's me...Amelia." she said softly, in a soft and concerned voice as she stayed near the door. Wanting to make sure she was okay. Despite not knowing her, she felt welcomed by the adapted Carrington daughter and felt what was said...was utterly harsh. It just wasn't in Amelia's nature to sit back...and not see if another person was alright.
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