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If you were to ask Callie directly, exactly what the hell this conversation was -- well, she wouldn't really know. She had absolutely no fucking idea. He seemed uncomfortable, and she -- well, she didn't particularly care to know about his dating life. She'd presume that she might want to rip someone's face off if she actually had to discuss or witness this. Yet, here she was. Playing match maker. She somehow kept the soft smile upon her features as he spoke, nodding as he spoke truths. "Friend to friend." She repeated, with a firm nod. Friends. Good great friends who saw each other naked, and spent an amazing night together. That was friend like. Friends.

When he spoke about his future wife, Callie's jaw tighten, his words hitting a nerve, but she refused to show that. Or at least say that. "Maybe." She pushed out, finding that it was harsher then she meant it to be. Clearing her throat, she straighten out, "I mean, you never know, right?" The sweetness in her own voice even registered fake to her. She pressed her lips together as he studied her, before asking about her sudden interest in his love life. What a great fucking question. "Uh." She opened her mouth, and quickly closed it, before giving him a shrug, "I have no interest, I was just, you know -- suggesting it. Since she took such a liking to you. Which, I mean, why wouldn't she." She spoke, avoiding eye contact, as she allowed herself to focus on the wall behind his head.

Her attempt at keeping things casual between them was annoying the hell out of Roman. She acted as if he hadn’t seen her naked and fucked her until she passed out. The memory of their night together kept flashing through his mind, making it difficult to focus on the conversation at hand. Still, if she wanted to pretend like nothing happened, two could play that game. When she suggested setting him up with her coworker, he clenched his jaw. The nerves of her to try playing matchmaker after everything… It felt like a slap in the face.

Forcing a smile, he spoke as if he wasn't bothered at all. "Yeah, dating is tough when you're a single parent with a demanding job. It's not exactly a recipe for romance," he said, his tone a bit more sarcastic than he intended. A part of him felt a twisted sense of satisfaction seeing her squirm. Good, at least he wasn’t the only one feeling uncomfortable. "Friend to friend?" Roman raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "I guess it won’t hurt. You never know, that might be my future wife.” Never going to happen. The thought alone made bile rise in his stomach. He leaned back in his chair, studying her face for a moment. "But seriously, why the sudden interest in my love life?”

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The one thing about Sebastian was that he was honest. He rarely beat around the bush, or sugar coated anything. He didn't find there to be any point. He also found that it didn't necessarily matter how Theo viewed him, as this was a business deal. One to one. They both needed something from the other, and that was all this was meant to be. "You can say that, yes." He nodded, "Five brothers?" He then asked, arching a brow. "Am I going to have to meet these five brothers? Just so I'm prepared." He imagined that would be one hell of a day, but he sold and closed bigger deals. He could do this. When she explained why she was doing this, herself. His head tilted, and eyes widen in intrigue. An ex-boyfriend. Interesting. "That could be fun, Theo." He mused, "I mean, pissing people off is a specialty of mine." And he didn't share very well either. So, honesty, this sounded right up his alley of jobs. Bash chuckled as she questioned him, her implication not far off at all. "There's three of us. The other two are settling down, and I'm -- well, I'm not. I guess they want to see us all settled and content before they die, but between you and I, I'm content. But if they want something to shut them up with, I am a giving man."

His frank response garnered a chuckle out of her. At least he was being honest.  "Ahh… so you're trying to get your parents off your back by presenting them with a girlfriend who has her life together. Got it. I can't say I blame you. Family pressure can be intense. I have five older brothers and they’re always in my business." The men were nosey and treated her like she was made out of glass. So annoying. "As for me, well—let's just say I have an ex who can't seem to take no for an answer," Theo explained, her tone turning a bit more serious. "We broke up two years ago, but he still hasn't gotten the message. I'm hoping that if he sees you and me out and about he'll finally back off and let me live my life in peace." That was all she wanted, to be left alone. It wasn’t that big of a request. “I’m guessing you’re the rich playboy of the family? That’s why your parents are so eager to have you settle down.” Not to be insulting but he did give out rich fuck boy vibes.

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Deke embraced the hug his cousin gave him. Hugging her back just as tightly, if not tighter. Once she was done, and pulled away from him so she could focus on handing out the hugs to the others. Deke would simply stand by and watch. Smirking as she explained her boyfriend was busy, before then turning the subject on them. "I mean, I'm still just kicking bad guy ass. Nothing has changed over here. I'm the boring Miller." He commented, "But Harbear -- what don't you tell her about how it might be all hands on deck if this douche doesn't leave you and your business alone." @hvlcyonsx

queenie miller-jones — starters

— SETTING: deacon's place ; lunch time, sunday — AVAILABILITY: closed starter for HARLOW & DEACON MILLER  | ( @hvlcyonsx & @aghcstcwn )

"Hug time!" Queenie smiled as she threw her arms around Deacon, hugging him tightly. "And one from Milo, too!" She said laughing as she was about to let him go, then immediately pulled her older brother into another tight hug. Then, she turned towards Harlow, the only notion she had of an older sister. "Now you, Harbear!" Queenie pulled her sister into a double hug, too, claiming the second one was from her long-time boyfriend, who couldn't make into their Sunday lunch because... "He's helping someone at work or something. Anyways... he sent food and also his love. So... what are the news, fam? I want to hear it all."

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Deke was lost in his own world. He had barely slept, and he was going through the pile of paperwork on his desk. That was, however, until he heard the familiar voice. Looking up, he'd see Bea and that'd earn her a smile. "Well, what a nice surprise, Sunshine. What do we ever so owe the honor?" He chuckled, before pointing his head in the direction of her father's office. "Some call he had to take. So, I guess you're stuck with me." His eyes fell to the goodies she had, "I hope you got some for me, because I could use it." He told her, half serious, half joke.

beatrice bernard — starters

— SETTING: magnolia springs pd ; — AVAILABILITY: closed starter for DEACON MILLER  | ( @aghcstcwn )

Bea walked in the police department bringing in a box of goods freshly baked from Dough Dreamery and four to-go coffee cups in a holder, all for her dad, herself and two other officers that would be on duty that rainy morning. She spotted Deacon first, and... sigh, she couldn't help her stupid heart from skipping a beat. It had been like that since she was a stupid teenager anyway. "Hi Deke." The brunette smiled as she placed the cups holder on his desk. "The one with the lifted lid is mine, but feel free to pick any of the others. Is dad around?" ...Or are you mine this morning? She thought of saying, but bit down her tongue not to say stupidities at dad's work. "How are things going with you? You look........ nice, by the way."

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She was fairy impressed with herself. For keeping herself calm, and capable of speaking to Roman as if they hadn't fucked, and her body was dying for an encore. This is literally why there's rules that say 'don't sleep with your friends'. She was staring right at it, and because she was busy trying to backtrack on the whole encounter. Especially around her friends, she found herself put in positions such as these. Where she was actually asking him to give her coworker a call. Her face and demeanor seemed fine, but had he actually said yes, and asked for her number... Well, that, that she didn't know about. Therefore, when he shot it down, there was the most damning sense of relief that flew through her. So very damning, because it just about shook her with the answer she's trying to avoid.

"Yeah, of course." She replied, nodding her head. "Full time parenting, and a career can really put a wedge in your dating life." She licked her lips, before bringing her own drink to her lips. She'd find herself now choking at the way this got turned back on her. Shaking her head, she placed the mug back down, "Me? No, no -- I'm -- no. Career, and Harper here, as well." She swallowed, and shifted in her seat, "But I mean -- when we're both ready, we should definitely... help each other out. Friend to friend." Girl -- what the fuck.

It felt really weird for him to sit here and act like things were platonic between them when he'd seen her naked and done things that were not friendly at all that night. But she seemed fine, even nonchalant—which was fine. Everything was fine… "Live. That's the plan. You know how much I love Ivy, it's nice to know that she won't be taken away from me," Roman said with a smile, though it felt a bit forced. He took a sip of his iced tea and nearly choked when she asked about dating. His eyes watered as he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry?" 

His mind raced. Did she try to set him up after they slept together? It stung more than he wanted to admit. He tried to play it cool, but inside he was reeling. Part of him wanted to blurt out that the only person he was interested in dating was sitting right across from him. But he couldn't do that. Callie had made it clear she just wanted to be friends. So instead, he forced a chuckle. "I don't know, I've kind of got my hands full with Ivy and work right now." He fidgeted with his napkin, avoiding her gaze. "Besides, I'm not sure I'm ready to jump back into the dating pool just yet, but maybe you should do that." The words felt like venom dripping from his lips.

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Sebastian always wanted the best. The best food, the best wine, the best women, cars, suits -- the list went on and on and on. Therefore, staring at this woman across the table, he could confidentially say that he picked well. She was beautiful, and just from the few minutes of chatting with her; he could tell she handled herself well. He smirked at her question, then bringing the glass to his lips, he took a sip before sitting it down. "Well, I guess there's an age limit on being the rich playboy in my family." He answered, not at all concerned about the way that might come off. "My sister is married, my brother adopted a little girl and has been father of year since. And me? Well, I've done neither, and my parents can be a little overbearing with they want something done." That was an understatement. "Therefore, a beautiful girl, who has herself together, being caught with me for awhile should enlighten them just enough to stay off my ass." If nothing else, he was honest, "What about you?"

She returned Sebastian's grin with one of her own—taking a seat across from him as instructed. "White wine sounds perfect," Theo said, appreciating his thoughtfulness in ordering for her. She picked up the glass, swirling the pale liquid before taking a sip. The crisp, light flavor danced on her tongue, and she hummed in approval. "Good choice." To be honest, she wasn’t a wine connoisseur, so she couldn’t tell the difference. Settling back in her chair, she studied the man more closely. He was undeniably handsome—with chiseled features and striking blue eyes, she could definitely see herself introducing him as her boyfriend without any reservations. Of course, she wasn’t shallow and only went for looks when it came to dating, but since this was a fake arrangement, she might as well enjoy the perks. "So, what made you decide to do this?” By this, meet a stranger and agree to be her fake boyfriend. For her, it was the persistent ex-boyfriend who couldn't take no for an answer. She hoped that this arrangement would finally put an end to Daniel's unwanted advances and set her free…at last.

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I think you're absolutely insane. This sounds like the opening to a case that will eventually be thrown at me. But you are a big girl, and I mean --- yes. You're a big girl. That's about all I can give right now, because it's beyond insane. But maybe this will go like one of those movies where you all realize you're each other's soulmates or some shit. What guy? -- Roman? He is a friend. Our daughters are best friends... he's like family... a really good looking 6 foot something family member...

closed starter @aghcstcwn (callie)

You don't think I'm crazy, right? Sure, I shouldn't have gone online to find a fake boyfriend—considering I could get murdered or something, but I'm being careful. Besides, it beats being stalked by your ex. Anyway... What's the deal with you and that guy? You know, the one you went to camp with. He's all over your socials. And don't tell me he's just a friend because, girl...

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Any opportunity to throw at dig at Wayne, huh? And I mean, I would assume it'd be something like Jameson. Grant it, we didn't date long. But when we're together, we vibe pretty well. Not much to feel awful about there. Then again, we were both like 17 or some shit. Why? Are you working with an ex? And if you can stand her, why would it be awkward?

closed starter @aghcstcwn (callie)

Now that Harper is finally asleep, it's time you and I chat. I need your advice. If you had to work with your ex—not that douchebag you used to date—but someone you actually can stand... Back to my point, if you had to work with an ex, how would you go about doing it without it be weird?

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If you need help hiding the body, Harls, just let me know. I'll be there within minutes with black clothes, and a shove. Me? Eh, I mean, yeah, I'm fine. Greta and I have been in this thing for a minute. Which all started because of her ex, who then came to my home, wildin' out on some nonsense. Long story short, I might need you to return the favor on the hiding a body thing.

closed starter @aghcstcwn (laik)

Girl, when I tell you I have never wanted to slap a man so hard in my life, I wasn't kidding. He's grinding my last nerves... I swear some people are just nuisances to society. But enough about that, what's going on? You were in a tizzy earlier. Is everything okay?

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Back it up -- someone is trying to buy the bakery, in which you are not trying to sell? Have told them no? And they're still trying to buy it? Harlow, you know better then anyone that involving me in something like this is gonna end in a war. I don't want -- I mean, you can. I will always take the baked goods, but who's this asshole's name?

closed starter @aghcstcwn

How much do I gotta bribe you to get rid of that snooty real estate guy that keeps trying to buy my bakery? I'll bake your favorite cake or do your laundry for a year. Come on, do your little sister a favor, hmm...?

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Yeah, because you abandoned me. We were supposed to be a united team, you fucker. And then you went and adopted a kid, and now I'm officially the last unsettled one. No, I'm fucking with you. I'm glad you won custody of Ivy, man. Jasmine's a fucking mess. Please tell me you're, at least, gonna stay single? I can't be the last man standing in all the fucking departments.

closed starter @aghcstcwn (sebastian)

I never thought I'd see the day my baby brother would willingly move to Magnolia Springs... I thought you're a city boy. What's the matter, you're getting tired of hearing mom lecturing you to settle down? Join the line. She's been nagging at me for years. I'm lucky I have Ivy to distract her with.

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TO: @constellaetions

LOCATION: downtown

Callie had just came out of The Sipping Cup, her ice latte in hand, as Harper rambled on about her day. She’d find that she was half listening, while also reading her work emails. A hit on one of her investigations causing her to smile. In the next moment, her phone would ring in her hand. Her brother’s picture popping up on her screen, without hesitation she’d go to answer it. As she spoke her twin, Harper began to pull on her jacket; “Mommy! Mommy!” She call out, clearly wanting her mother’s attention. “One second, Harper.” She told her child, as she tried to listen to what her brother needed to say. “It’s Leo! It’s Leo!” She cheered, but Callie barely got anything she said. What would grab her attention, however, is when her daughter would go flying across the street. Callie’s head whipped around so fast, her phone call with Samuel completely forgotten as she screamed her daughter’s name. Immediately chasing after her.

The buzzing in her ears, and her heart in her throat, just as she made it to Harper; who was now hugging a little boy. A man, his father, she assumed beside him. “Harper!” She shouts, “Don’t ever cross the street without me! You could’ve been hit. My God, –” She grabbed her child up, holding her tight against her chest, as she turned her attention on the man with his child. “Sorry, I hope she wasn’t bothering you.” Harper shook her head, “I wasn’t bothering them! This is Leo! He’s my friend!” The little girl cheered, causing her mother to sit her back down on her feet. The name Leo suddenly ringing bells. This was the boy Harper told her about from daycare. She released a understanding sigh, before turning to face the little boy. With a kind smile, “Hi, Leo.” Looking back over at the boy’s father, “Hi, Leo’s father. I’m Callie, and my daughter admires your son a lot.”

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The things he was willing to go through in order to keep his family off his back. The truth was, Sebastian Wagner was not ready, nor did he see himself ever ready, to settle down. He enjoyed playing the field, and having to answer to absolutely no one. But as his siblings began to settle down, their parents put a watchful eye upon the younger male. Therefore, he decided he'd give them the show they wanted, minus any actual commitment behind it. His eyes fell upon her the second she walked in, immediately impressed with how truly beautiful she was in person. Ah, yes, this shouldn't be too bad after all. "Hello, Theo." He greeted back, flashing her a cheeky grin. Holding up his wine glass, "Have a seat, we got a lot to discuss." He tilted the glass towards the chair across from him, before bringing it to his lips for a sip. Sitting his glass down, his blue eyes skimmed over her, "I do hope white wine is suitable, if not, I can have something else ordered for you."

closed starter @aghcstcwn (sebastian)

This was crazy. Yup. She was certifiable for doing this. Who in their right mind went online to find someone to pretend to be their fake boyfriend? Apparently her, because she was about to meet up with this Sebastian guy. Walking in to Dough Dreamery, her heart raced as she looked around for the man in question before finding him seated by the window. She approached him, a tentative smile on her lips as she greeted him. "Hi, you must be Sebastian. It's nice to meet you. I'm Theodora, but as stated, you can call me Theo."

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Callie sat across from Roman, doing her best at small talk, while avoiding eye contact with the man. It was easier when she had a court case to talk to him about. She could at least keep the subject there, but now that that was over; they had to find other things to talk about. Other things to do. Other things like not fucking each other to the point of no return. Because, after all, they could still return from this, right? Adults had sex all the time between friends, it didn't mean anything. She smiled at him, and nodded, "Of course. It was my pleasure." She responded, "So, what do you think you're going to do next?" She bit down on the inside of her lower lip, before sighing, "You think you're going to start dating?" The fact she could say that as calmly as she did was impressive. That wasn't to account for the acid that came up in the back of her throat, though. "If so, my one friend, that you met at the court house. She wanted me to ask you about possibly some drinks."

closed starter @aghcstcwn (callie)

He sat across from Callie at the outdoor seating in Homestyle Kitchen—trying not to fidget with his napkin. The awkward tension between them was palpable ever since they'd slept together all those weeks ago. Half the time, Roman wasn't sure what to say to break the ice. It felt like Callie could barely stand to be in his presence. Clearing his throat, he finally spoke up. "Hey, I just wanted to say thank you again for helping me win custody of Ivy. I couldn't have done it without you fighting so hard." He said, offering her a tentative smile. "I’m so glad I no longer have to worry about losing her anymore now."

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@goldenstarsx

His accusation was the one that hurt the most probably more than him walking out the door. She loved him but she would never try and trap him. He was free to leave her whenever he wanted and she couldn’t stop him even if she wanted to. “I know why you said it and I can understand it but it still hurt to hear that. And the thing is, you’d never have to trap me.” Amelia could see that Liam was trying to just listen to her instead of saying something that he would ultimately regret. It felt nice in this moment and what they needed. “I know. It was a lot of information that was thrown at you and not in the best way. I never meant for that to happen. I would never do that to you so I hope you know that.” She hadn’t been thinking honestly. That night felt like such a blur for her that it almost didn’t feel real. And even the many pregnancy tests after didn’t feel real either. “Thank you.” When he gave her the generic answer of I’m fine, she rolled her eyes. “If we’re going to do this, you’ve got to cut the bullshit and tell me the truth. How are you feeling about this?” When he asked how she was doing and feeling, she let out a sigh before she glanced back over at him. “I’m here so there’s that. You know I can’t even drink coffee anymore? Like what the hell is that plus I can’t even have a nice glass of wine when I’m feeling overwhelmed which sucks. Oh and my boobs hurt like you wouldn’t believe and I swear they’ve grown.” She shook her head at his question. “No cravings yet but then again I can barely eat with all this nausea so that’s also fun. I swear this baby is sucking the life out of me and this is only the beginning.”

Liam stayed quiet as Amelia spoke, nodding his head in understanding as he focused on the road ahead of him. He was often told that he needed to learn how to listen more, and that not everything was what he thought it to be. Maybe growing up the way he did, did leave a lot of distrust in him. But that wasn't necessarily a fair thing to lodge at the woman he loved. The woman he loved, yet, couldn't even say he loved. Damn, he was truly a fucked up individual.

"I could've handled it better." He responded, "I didn't think." That was usually the thing with, though, wasn't it? He didn't think, he just did. He couldn't afford to keep doing that, if his life was about to take the turn it was.

Liam hadn't expected to talk about himself. He honestly didn't want to, all he cared about was that she'd, at least, try to speak to him. Now that they were passed that, he hadn't planned for much else. He wasn't even sure what he was supposed to say. "Uh." He licked his lips, "I mean--" He paused, and shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he continued to do his best to focus on the road. "I don't know. I guess I'm worried about how good I'm going to be at this." He responded, honestly. "Me and the others were already fucked the moment we came out, but -- I don't know, I hate to think that I'm going to subject another child to this shit."

He found that he was able to smile, even a little, as Amelia asked his question. "Nine months without coffee?" He thought out loud, "Shit, I'm not going to make it through this pregnancy with you, am I?" He joked, before his eyes fell to her chest at the breast comment. He tilted his head slightly, "I mean --" He trailed off, indicating that he agreed with the growing part. "So, do you want something light then? Ice cream, maybe?"

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@wickedlytragicw

As Greta appeared in the doorway, the scene before her unfolded like a nightmarish tableau, her entrance timed with the sight of Lake’s anger manifesting in physical form against Margot’s face. The air was charged with tension, betrayal, and hurt—a hurt that Greta felt acutely, knowing she was the epicenter of this storm. Greta felt nauseous at the scene. Like she’d eaten rotten fish. Emmy’s question, filled with pain and confusion, pierced through the chaos, bringing a sobering clarity to what mattered most. Greta’s heart clenched at Emmy’s words, the young girl’s voice echoing in the charged silence that followed Lake’s confrontation with Margot. “No, Emmy, I don’t love her. I love your mom,” Greta responded immediately, her voice strong despite the shaking she felt inside. Her eyes sought Emmy’s, wanting to convey all the truths that her heart held—truths that had been overshadowed by misunderstandings and lies. “Everything she said, it’s all lies. I’ve made mistakes, but not this mistake. It’s always been Lake. Only Lake.” Turning her attention briefly to Margot, Greta’s gaze hardened. “You need to leave. Now,” she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. The urgency to protect her family—to protect Lake and Emmy from further harm—galvanized her resolve. As Margot hesitated at Greta’s command to leave, she turned back with a look of desperation, her eyes locking onto Greta’s. “Greta, you can’t let her dictate who you choose to be with. We have something real, something that transcends this… this petty jealousy,” Margot pleaded, her voice laced with a manipulation that had once, many years ago, swayed Greta, but now only served to ignite her anger further.

Greta felt a surge of fury at Margot’s audacity, her body tensed, ready to erupt. “There is nothing between us, Margot. There never was. I love Lake, not you. You need to accept that and move on,” she stated firmly, her voice rising with each word. But before she could continue, Margot interjected with a venomous lie, “But Greta, darling, we love each other. You said so yourself, remember those nights—” “Enough with this shit!” Greta snapped, cutting her off, her patience shattered. “It’s been nearly a decade,” she shouted. “Get out, or so help me, I will not stop Lake.” She knew well Lake wasn’t kidding when she said she would kill her. Emmy, who had been watching the exchange with wide, tear-filled eyes, still hooked around Lake, found her voice, “Do you love her, Greta? Do you love this woman?” The vulnerability and fear in her question were palpable, a stark reminder of the stakes at hand. Greta turned to Emmy, her heart breaking at the pain in the young girl’s eyes. “Emmy, I promise I don’t. I love your mom. I’ve always loved Lake,” her tearing eyes flickered to Laikyn, asking for her to see through the lies, to know she meant it. They had always had a connection, they knew each other’s feelings and each other’s thoughts without the need for words. They couldn’t have lost it, Laikyn needed to know. She begged mentally for her to see it in her eyed that she was telling the truth. “Nothing has happened between Margot and me. She’s lying,” Greta said, her voice shaking in desperation. Margot scoffed, a last-ditch effort to sow doubt, “Greta, tell them the truth. How can you deny what we shared? How can you pretend our connection doesn’t exist?” She carried on, giving a smirk at the scene. “It’s all in the letter Tim gave to your ex. The love we feel, the photos of us… There’s no point in denying anymore, mon amour.” Greta’s blood ran cold and she looked at Margot and then at Lake before moving back to Margot. “Who did you say gave her the letter?” She blinked several times, trying to process all of it at once. “You know—you know Tim? You know her editor? How is it that you know her editor?” She was saying the words but Greta wasn’t sure she was just saying to herself as she tried to process it.

This fucking bitch. The way Laikyn's blood boiled at every word that fell from this woman's mouth, her eye twitching, jaw tightening. Her grip on Emmy even tighten, as if she knew if she let go, she was going to fly at Margot. Laikyn looked over to her fiance... ex... fiance? She wasn't sure, she had no idea what the fuck was going on, but she could see the plead in Greta's eyes. She knew that was for her. Greta wanted her to believe her; and God, she wanted to believe her, too. But, unfortunately, she didn't know what to believe. It felt as though it was getting clearer, though. Just how crazy this woman was, because in order for Lake to be able to progress this, she had to be crazy. Delusional. Otherwise, it meant... she didn't want to think about that. Today was supposed to be her time away from those thoughts.

She pulled back from Emmy, just enough to be able to look down at her. Big brown sad eyes stared up at her, and that only seemed to anger her more. Not because Emmy was sad, but because this bitch bought her into something too adult and too real for her. Dropping her hands from around her child, she stepped back, "Go to your room, Em." Lake demanded, ripping her stare from her teen, and piercing it into Margot.

"What?" Emmy spit out, as she shook her head, "No, I want to--"

"Room, now." Laikyn firmly stated, as harden eyes fell back upon the sadden features of the teen. Emmy would look down, biting down on her lip, as she slowly stepped away from the scene that had unfolded before them.

Once Emmy was gone from the room, Lake threw her arms out in the air as she took a spin around the room. Her hazel orbs falling back upon this bitch, "Answer her question." Lake demanded of Margot, pointing a finger in between both women. "How do you know Tim?"

Margot shrugged carelessly, as if the question was no big deal. "We met in New York, he came to me after Greta left my apartment." The woman stood taller, ending there, allowing her assumption to fill the air. By the grace of God, Lake managed to keep herself intact as she asked her next question. "So, he just came up to you? And what? You guys caught up for coffee, and went on in about you and your lover's affair?"

"You are truly one to speak, Lake." Margot softy spoke, "Considering you were having an affair of your own. Maybe not physical like Greta and I. But emotional."

Lake's eyes widen, as hot fury ran through her blood. "Excuse me?"

"Tim informed me that you two were in love, and had been in love for a long time. But that you didn't know how to let go and be hap---"

And just like that, it clicked. These two were playing some kind of fucking game. And well, Lake was done with it.

Game over.

Before Margot could finish her sentence, Lake closed the distance between them and wrapped a chunk of her hair in her fist. Pulling her head back, "I don't know what the fuck kind of games the two of you are playing, but if you don't get the fuck out of my house, and stay the fuck away from my wife; I will bury you." She hissed, her grip only tightening with each word. Without thought, Lake would knee her in the gut before releasing her grip on the woman.

Margot knead over, groaning from the pain, "You're going to regret that." She spit out, only for Lake to kneed down to eye level with the woman. Her features hard as she searched the other woman's eyes, "Not as much as you are." She responded, calmly, before looking up at Greta. "Get her the fuck out of here." She'd demand, before standing back to her full height. "I going to go check on my kid." And without another word, Lake turned and headed in the direction of Emmy's bedroom.