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Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great.



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The moment Ava Mossos opened her mouth to speak, Audrey grimaced. She knew firsthand about what sorts of things could come out of the youngest Mossos’ mouth, and they weren’t exactly pretty. As expected, the petite girl’s words were vulgar and unfiltered, causing everyone at the dinner table to either make disapproving expressions or shake their heads. Alexandros was part of this last group, and it was clear that he wanted to intervene. However, a swift look from his mother prevented him from doing so. But to Audrey’s dismay, Adrianna Mossos didn’t do a thing to Ava. This only caused the Latina to become nervous. From the way her grandmother was looking at Ava, she knew things were not going in a good direction.

Meanwhile, from her seat a few chairs to the right, Heather could not wipe away the amused grin on her face. In her twenty-three years of existence, nobody had spoken to her grandmother in such a disrespectful way. Back when the girls had been younger, even the slightest hits of a raised voice would earn them the look, which was enough to make them lower their heads and apologize. Audrey would get the look the most, as she and their grandmother had such similar personalities. But NEVER had any of them dared to pull a stunt like the one Eli’s younger sister had done. It was truly a sight to behold.

“Watch out for this one: the chiwawa bites…” she quietly muttered to Eli, who was sitting beside her.

There was an uncomfortable silence before Elisabetta spoke and addressed Adrianna, and the latter replied with much enthusiasm. It looked like the evening could just maybe be saved, but then...

“Well, Beverly Hills certainly has a lot to offer,” Miranda began, interrupting Elisabetta and using her fork to play with her food. “You’ve got international companies, A-list movie studios, even prestigious military schools to enroll that unruly daughter of yours.” she finished, shooting Ava the look from her position at the head of the table.

“Jesus Christ, Mother!”

There was a collective intake of break or a gasp. Tensions were running high in the dining room, and it was obvious that if Ava and Miranda spent another second in each other’s company, there was no doubt blood would be shed. Her grandmother was going for the kill, and Audrey knew that soon Ava was sure to counterattack in that blunt way of hers. It was time to act fast before any tragedies happen...

“Hey Mom, why don’t we just serve dessert back in the drawing room?” Audrey offered loudly out of nowhere, standing up from the table looking at her mom with slightly panicked eyes. She hoped the older woman understood the reasoning behind the odd request.

“Wonderful idea, Audrey. Let’s all make our way back to the room, then.” Elisabetta declared, taking the lifeline her daughter had thrown at her. She motioned for everyone to get up from the table, and once they had done so the woman was quickly ushering them back to the drawing room, making sure that Ava and Miranda left the room at different times.

However, Audrey hovered behind. She took advantage of the rush of people exiting the dining room to take a few steps towards Alexandros. The brunette briefly placed a hand in his shoulder and gave it a soft squeeze, motioning for him to stay back. Once everyone had vacated the room and they were the only ones in it, the young woman spoke up.

“I am so sorry about that.” Audrey apologized to Alexandros, taking his hand and caressing the back of it with her thumb. “My family can be quite intense, especially my grandmother. I’m actually shocked that she kept herself together back there. From the looks she was giving Ava, I thought a knife was going to be flying across the table if I didn’t step up when I did.”
@Kitty She brings back memories! In the first two BHHS my Audrey was dance team captain. T.T Sadly, 18 years later, none of her four kids followed in her footsteps lol.




It was the start of a new semester for the students of New York’s Columbia University. Marissa Guerrero sat quietly in the back seat of the Cadillac SUV, watching the city through heavily tinted windows her way to breakfast. The young woman had flown back to the Big Apple from Monaco the past afternoon, and getting a good night’s sleep had been rather difficult. Funny things like that happened to her when her body clock was still on European time, and it was because of that very reason that Marissa had found herself awake a few hours before her first class was scheduled.

She'd decided that a good way to start her day was to get a hot drink with a pastry on the side. The question was: what was a good place around town to find those two items? The answer was plain, simple and obvious. The place to go was none other than the Upper East Side’s crown jewel: Sprinkles Café and Bakery. And that's where Marissa was heading on this cold, yet sunny morning.

After a twenty minute wait, Marissa exited Sprinkles and was once again inside the back of the Caddy. It was a short drive to Columbia, so there wasn’t much time for thinking this time around before her driver was notifying her of her arrival to campus. The raven-haired young woman thanked the man and left the vehicle, heading in the direction of the school.

Hot chocolate in hand and banana nut muffin neatly tucked inside her handbag, Marissa now made her way around the lush greens of the university’s vast campus. Even in the wintertime the grounds remained beautiful, as if unbothered by Mother Nature’s mood swings. She walked slowly, taking in every detail of her surroundings: the lilac flowers growing in a nearby bush, the thick trunk of the tall oak tree in the quad, the many faces of fellow college attendees in various locations and actions…

Marissa was passing through the bleachers when she noticed a familiar face sitting alone in one of them. Alexander Bryant had been one of her classmates in last semester’s World History class, and even though they didn’t speak much beyond the occasional chatter of class-related things, the young woman felt she could approach him without seeming weird or too forward. She wondered why he was looking so sad and lonely, and decided on the spot to offer him some company. After all, she still had about an hour and a half before class.

“Good morning, Mr. Bryant. Marissa said cheerfully, offering the young man a kind smile. She always used Mr., Mrs. or Miss and the last name when referring to people outside her inner circle. Maybe it was just one of those Monaco things that stuck.“Would you be open to some company?” she asked softly, pointing to the empty space beside him.
@Syn The fun story is that in another RP I'm in I have a character with the Lindsey Morgan FC, and she's shipped into this toxic relationship with a guy that has the Dacre FC. 😂
@Syn DACREEEEEEEEEEEE MY LOVEEEEEEEEE MY SOULLLLLLL MY LIFEEEEEEEE
Already have my two characters. Let's do this. 🔥
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