[PTL Game] SFH - Parlor/Foyer - (Derek, Ria, Edwin & Co)

[DJBerge74]

Ria was folding a shirt for the thousandth time when Derek's voice came over
the intercom. Since the incident the day before, he had been walking on
eggshells and avoiding her like the plague, probably afraid of another of her
foul moods. She walked over to the nightstand, grabbed her lipstick and
applied a small amount on her lips pouting sticking out her lower lip. Derek
could be a royal pain and Ria wanted to forget Hilario and the emotions
surrounding him except Derek did not think she should forget.

She tucked in her shirt, trotted down the hall trying to muster a pleasant
smile. While it was true Derek and her needed to talk, she still did not want
to deal with the precept. Derek was turning more and more into a lesser
version of Sloan and Ria wished he would just stop babying her. It was
annoying.

She took the steps slowly holding onto the bannister and smiled at the dark
haired stranger standing at the foot of the stairs with Derek. This might be
fun after all, Ria thought ignoring Derek. She held out her hand, "Ria
Marshall, and you are sir?" she said with a cultured charm staring icily at
Derek when he caught her eye.