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Pieta simply let out a laugh at Diana’s words because she wasn’t necessarily wrong. Pieta had never been good at taking no for an answer; it was how she’d managed to get her own way for most of her life. It wasn’t a habit that she’d be breaking out of any time soon. She winked playfully then, as they made their way out. “Exactly. I gotta say, I do think I pull it off rather well though,” Pieta mused.

She waited then as Diana spoke to her assistant, sending Tony a playful wink as they passed. She slipped a hand around Diana’s elbow, leading her out of the office. “Well, there’s a nice little Moroccan place I wanted to try. But...if you insist on only being an hour...we can do somewhere quicker?” Pieta suggested, knowing her plan for the afternoon probably wouldn’t come to fruition. Diana was too much of a workaholic.

“I think there’s one of those healthy organic food places not far. We could always give it a try...”

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Pieta let out a laugh at the lawyer’s words, shaking her head playfully. Despite Diana’s words, she had put down the files she’d been reading over. A grin spread across her lips as she shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe. But you’re still coming to lunch, so…guess you don’t say no to me then,” Pieta laughed, leaning back against the door she’d closed. 

“Yes ma’am,” Pieta replied mock serious. She and Diana had only been friends for a few months and despite the other woman’s rather reserved demeanour, Pieta liked the woman. She knew though, by now, not to push her new friend too much. She laughed outright then, at her words. “Hey, I do work occasionally. Plus, my father is in town… So,” Pieta exclaimed, rolling her eyes a little. 

“Come on…I’m starving. All that work gave me an appetite,” Pieta said with a laugh, winking playfully.

“Because saying no means nothing to you I’ve learnt. I pick my battles.” Diana raised a brow, quite clearly impressed as she grabbed her blazer to put back on. “Ah, I knew there was a reason for it. You aren’t one to do something you don’t like for no reason.” Slipping her phone in her pocket, she made her way to the door. Her eyes fell back on her work for a brief moment. It felt wrong, leaving when she still had things to do. 

“Alright, alright, let’s go.” Opening the door, she stepped out before locking it behind herself. “If anyone calls or comes by, let them know I’ll be back in an hour at the most.” Tony nodded quickly, shooting his boss a bright smile that overtime, she had come to love. Her attention turned back to the woman next to her. “So, where are you thinking?”

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Pieta let out a laugh at the lawyer’s words, shaking her head playfully. Despite Diana’s words, she had put down the files she’d been reading over. A grin spread across her lips as she shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe. But you’re still coming to lunch, so...guess you don’t say no to me then,” Pieta laughed, leaning back against the door she’d closed. 

“Yes ma’am,” Pieta replied mock serious. She and Diana had only been friends for a few months and despite the other woman’s rather reserved demeanour, Pieta liked the woman. She knew though, by now, not to push her new friend too much. She laughed outright then, at her words. “Hey, I do work occasionally. Plus, my father is in town... So,” Pieta exclaimed, rolling her eyes a little. 

“Come on...I’m starving. All that work gave me an appetite,” Pieta said with a laugh, winking playfully.

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Pieta had, surprisingly, been working all morning. Doing actual, God’s honest, what she was paid for, work. And now, she needed a break. Which was why she was making her way towards the DA’s office, intent on stealing her friend away for an hour at least, the whole afternoon if the fates were willing. 

Grinning, she made her way through the building and towards Diana’s office. She chuckled a little as her secretary looked at her in surprise; the smart pencil skirt and blazer were probably the most sensible anyone had ever seen her in. She waited for a moment, knowing better than to just barge into Diana’s office, for the secretary to nod it was okay. 

“Guess who?” Pieta exclaimed as she pushed the door open. A rhetorical question but Pieta didn’t care. She grinned widely at her friend, letting her eyes travel over her intently as if she hadn’t seen the other woman in years. “So, I’ve come to take you for lunch. And you can’t say no, bebé.”

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Diana often took to pacing when decisions over whether to let a case go to trial or drop the cases, wasn’t a clear cut one. She’d pace and read it out loud, usually that helped.  At least a little. “Mr Richardson claimed not guilty, however-.” Her reading got no further due to the loud interruption of the one and only Pietra Mercado. Most people wouldn’t even dare to do that, in fear of Diana’s wrath. However, the other woman seemed to not think of such things. Even after only a few months of friendship. A friendship that wouldn’t exist if Pietra didn’t work so hard for it.

“I’m actually quite good at saying no, in case you’ve forgotten.” Even as she spoke, she was dumping her files on the table. While she was incredibly wonderful at saying no, Pietra was horrendous at taking such an answer. “Half an hour, that’s all I’m giving you. Some of us actually work.” Her eyes ran over the woman’s professional wear, only now noticing it. “However, it seems like you might have done so. I’m impressed.”

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Pieta had, surprisingly, been working all morning. Doing actual, God’s honest, what she was paid for, work. And now, she needed a break. Which was why she was making her way towards the DA’s office, intent on stealing her friend away for an hour at least, the whole afternoon if the fates were willing. 

Grinning, she made her way through the building and towards Diana’s office. She chuckled a little as her secretary looked at her in surprise; the smart pencil skirt and blazer were probably the most sensible anyone had ever seen her in. She waited for a moment, knowing better than to just barge into Diana’s office, for the secretary to nod it was okay. 

“Guess who?” Pieta exclaimed as she pushed the door open. A rhetorical question but Pieta didn’t care. She grinned widely at her friend, letting her eyes travel over her intently as if she hadn’t seen the other woman in years. “So, I’ve come to take you for lunch. And you can’t say no, bebé.”

( @dixnagt )

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💔💝🤐

💔 Do they have a certain type of person they will not enter into a relationship with?

Uh, no. Pieta has had relationships with all kinds of people... She’s never really

💝 How long until they feel secure and comfortable in a relationship?

It doesn’t take long but it’s not instantly either. She’s very open and free spirited and very secure in herself and her life. 

🤐Would they ever confess their feelings first?

It truly depends on the other person. If she doesn’t think they’d react well, or that they’re not in the same place with feelings, she won’t. She’ll wait for them. However, sometimes she’s impulsive and just...blurts things out without thinking. 

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My muse in a relationship ?s

Please include if you want answers for a particular verse or ship.

🤗Are they physically affectionate?  🎶Do they have a type? 😡What are their deal breakers? ↕️Are they sub, dom or switch? ⏰How long do their relationships tend to last? 💍Would they ever get married? 🏷️Do they give their partners cute nicknames? 💋Are they more sensual or sexual? 📖What is their favorite outside of the bedroom activity to do with their partner? 🛏What is their favorite bedroom activity to do with their partner? 💚Are they prone to jealousy? 😘Does their demeanor change when in a relationship?  👫Do they display affection in public? What about in private? 💕Are they open to threesomes or a polyamorous relationship? 💔Do they have a certain type of person they will not enter into a relationship with? 💝How long until they feel secure and comfortable in a relationship? 🤐Would they ever confess their feelings first? ❌Would they ever cheat on their partner? 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦Do they want children? 🐶Are they a cuddler? 🔮Do they believe in soul mates? ⚔️ Are they protective of their partner? 🚀 How far are they willing to go for the person they love? ❤️ Do they fall in love easily? 📺 Do they share information about their relationships freely with friends and family? ♦️Are they concerned with the social status of their partner? 💭 Do they tend to sleep better when in bed with their partner?

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Pieta simply grinned at the man and his words. She didn’t have a dog but she did have a young daughter. She chuckled, nodding her head along with him. “Oh, I know,” Pieta replied, smiling wider as she glanced down at the child and the dog. “I have a six year old and she’s constantly just running off on her own. She has no fear, which is a little frightening for me,” Pieta admitted, unsure why she was sharing so much with the unknown man. “I’m Pieta, by the way,” she introduced herself casually. 

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The walk was a necessary part of her cool down. She’d just been at the gym, still dressed in her work out clothes when a dog and child came barrelling towards her. It was only when she was almost run over that realised the father of both had been chasing after them. 

Pieta couldn’t help but chuckle at the words. Her own daughter had a tendency to just run off, not in anger but in excitement. She knew how worrying and tiring it could be. “It’s okay,” Pieta replied, leaning down to pet the dog’s head, grinning down at the animal. “Seems like the pair of them keep you on your toes,” Pieta said with a laugh, looking between the man, the dog and the child. 

When the male finally caught up to the two, he was glad it wasn’t some creepy person the pair had run-up to. It was New York City after all and Caleb ran into a lot of those. He finally got the dog to sit and the child was just focused on the dog as she always was. He let out a small chuckle and looked up at the woman that was in front of the three. “Oh, always. If one isn’t doing something they aren’t supposed to, the other one is.” He laughed once again and stuck his other hand in his pocket. “The dog is usually chill in public, though. The other, not so much. So many things to see and touch, you know?”

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Pieta was a regular at the bar, sweeping in with a grin and a wink towards the bartender. She ordered her usual, slipping into a seat, crossing her legs as she glanced around the bar. Her eyes caught sight of a brunette a few seats away and her brows furrowed as she stared a little. The woman looked awfully familiar. 

A laugh escaped her then, when the other woman turned towards her to speak. Pieta grinned into her drink, shaking her head as she made her way over to the other brunette. “What’re you drinking then?” Pieta asked confidently, smirking widely. “And I’m sorry for staring,” Pieta continued, leaning in a little. “You looked familiar, I thought you were someone else,” she admitted with a shrug of a shoulder. 

She extended a hand to shake. “Pieta. You are?”

Rosalie frequented several bars in Manhattan, especially after long days at work. Currently, she sat at the bar countertop with an almost empty glass of whiskey in front of her. Her day had been stressful, so she needed a drink or two to unwind a bit. As she looked up, she met the gaze of someone seated not too far from her. “Are you going to keep staring, or are you going to come over here and buy me a drink?” The brunette asked, quirking a brow at the person. “I’d prefer the last option because the staring is creeping me out” she said, letting out a laugh. 

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The walk was a necessary part of her cool down. She’d just been at the gym, still dressed in her work out clothes when a dog and child came barrelling towards her. It was only when she was almost run over that realised the father of both had been chasing after them. 

Pieta couldn’t help but chuckle at the words. Her own daughter had a tendency to just run off, not in anger but in excitement. She knew how worrying and tiring it could be. “It’s okay,” Pieta replied, leaning down to pet the dog’s head, grinning down at the animal. “Seems like the pair of them keep you on your toes,” Pieta said with a laugh, looking between the man, the dog and the child. 

the male had been sitting at a table at some place in the city. his laptop open and a bunch of papers under the device so they wouldn’t fly away. he had spent most of his day sending out emails. having a conversation with his father’s lawyer about some legal things. his golden retriever was laying down next to him, calm and collected as he worked. a few more minutes passed by and the dog hurried up and ran toward something as did his child that was sitting perfectly still in the seat next to him. a small cuss left his lips as he quickly stood up to try to gather the leash before he was almost running into someone and he stopped as he finally caught the leash and looked up. “sorry, he really likes people.” he let out and huffed. “and she always follows close behind."  @cityofdreamsstarters

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So, it’s me, Tay with my second babe! Pieta Mercado, which is pronounced as pee-it-ah but American’s tend to pronounce it like the male Peter. She’s my arrogant, feisty little babe and I’m open to any and all plots for her! So come hit ya girl up.

( LANA PARRILLA + FEMALE ) —  Have you seen PIETA MERCADO ? This FORTY TWO years old is a SOCIALITE & HEIRESS who resides in MANHATTEN. SHE has been living in NYC for SEVEN YEARS, and is known to be CAREFREE and HEDONISTIC, but can also be IMPULSIVE and FIERY, if you cross them.  People tend to associate them with OLD LEATHER JACKET and WHISKEY SHOTS 

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An eyebrow rose at the man’s words, amusement filling her. She couldn’t help but laugh. “I don’t think you can talk crazy out of crazy, to be honest,” Pieta said with a laugh, relaxing back in her seat a little. She grinned a little, head tilted as she watched him speak. “Well, they paid a ridiculous amount, it should be fantastic food,” she told him, eating a little bit from her own plate as if to prove it. His next words had her nodding. “Ah... So basically, you’re just a plus one tonight? You don’t really know them at all.”

His next words had her laughing, though a slight grimace found her features. Her head wiggled a little, as she reached for her drink, taking a long sip and placing it back down again. “Would it sound too pretentious if I said...a little bit of both?” She asked, laughing lightly. She pointed then, towards her sister. “See the maid of honor? My little sister. And, though we aren’t exactly paparazzi bound, we do have...what did you call it?” Pieta mused, glancing over at him with a raised eyebrow and amusement on her features. “Big money.”

“What about you? Big money or paparazzi fodder?” 

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Pieta wasn’t even sure why she was here, attending a wedding of people she couldn’t quite stand. But the bride was a friend of her sisters and well, it seemed impolite to decline. At least it was an open bar, not that she’d ever been wanting for money, but alcohol certainly soothed the awkward edges of her attendance.

She was sat enjoying her drink and her food when a person sat down beside, catching her attention. His words had her snorting a little, turning her head to glance over at the man. “How about the groom’s boyfriend, if we’re going to be scandalous?” She replied with a teasing lilt to her voice, settling back in her chair. She shook her head. “A reality camera crew is all we need at a wedding like this,” she scoffed, brows furrowing, though she was definitely amused.

“I take it you don’t know the couple very well?” Pieta ventured, sipping her drink as she regarded the man. She was very sure she’d never met him before and wondered how he knew the now married couple they were both there ‘celebrating’.

“Nah, trust me. If I actually knew any of these crazy people, I would’ve talked them out of it a long time ago.” He unwrapped one of the linens that contained (a few too many pieces of) silverware, and then made it a point to skewer some of the entree on his fork. “I’m here… for the food.” Carver grinned at the stranger, before he looked away to nod to the newlyweds currently making their rounds. “One of their friends invited me. I don’t remember if she’s friends with the bride or the groom.” Okay, now he was being purposely flippant towards them.

“What about you? I noticed a ‘we’ in your statement,” the director mentioned, curious to meet anyone who had a connection to either family. “Did you mean that as in you know the happy couple personally, or as in: ‘the last thing we, anyone with big money constantly avoiding the paparazzi, need is even more cameras in our faces’? I’m in agreement either way.” 

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School pick ups were Pieta’s favorite part of the day. She would never admit to anyone, if asked. But after spending a whole day away from her daughter, finally getting to see her face after hours apart made her happier then she’d ever thought. Not to mention Marielle was learning so much and she was so excited about it all; it was almost infectious how upbeat and talkative her daughter could get. So, she always insisted on picking her baby girl up from school. 

Today was like any other. Pieta was standing just outside the school gates, other parents and nanny’s and au pairs waiting around her. Her eyes scanning the courtyard when she finally spotted her girl running towards her; a wide grin spreading across her face. Her brows furrowed only the slightest when she noticed Marielle dragging another little girl along with her. 

“Mama! Can me and Mia play in the park this afternoon? Pleasepleaseplease!” Her daughter exclaimed excitedly, smile wide as she gestured to her new friend. 

“Whoa. Calm down, bambina,” Pieta soothed her, squatting down so she was eye level with the two girls. She smiled at Marielle’s friend, letting a hand smooth over one of Marielle’s barely contained dark braids. “I think we better ask Mia’s mom,” Pieta replied, not prepared for the two girls to jet off once again. 

She stood quickly, following them towards who she assumed to be the other little girl’s parent. She was surprised to see them, still holding hands, talking to a man that seemed to be the other girl’s father? Pieta knew she shouldn’t be surprised but, she rarely ever saw father’s around for pick up. Hell, half the time mother’s weren’t even there. 

“Hi,” Pieta introduced herself, stepping closer then. “I’m Marielle’s mom,” she continued, gesturing towards her bouncy little girl. She grinned, chuckling a little. “Seems these two want to keep playing...” she continued, shrugging a little. This was the first impromptu playdate Marielle had wanted since starting school. Pieta hadn’t had to approach any other parents yet, she wasn’t sure of the protocol. 

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A laugh left her as she nodded at his words. “I definitely would be. It’s lucky I’m no fool then,” Pieta replied with a grin. An eyebrow rose then, as she grinned back at him. “Huh. I wouldn’t have picked you for a G&T drinker,” Pieta mused, a shoulder shrugging lightly. She chuckled. “Bourbon and coke,” she told him with a grin. “Oh, I’m Pieta. Nice to meet you Ramsey,” Pieta grinned, extending her hand for him to shake. 

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A grin spread across Pieta’s lips as she heard the man’s offer. She shrugged lightly, eyes meeting his. “Well, I never can turn down a round that I’m not paying for,” Pieta said with a laugh, taking a last sip of her own drink as she leant against the bar. “What’re you drinking anyway?”

“Shite,” Ramsey muttered under his breath, inspecting the now-empty glass before placing it back on the counter. “That stuff goes down far too smoothly. What do you say — another round, on me?”

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Pieta was on her way to ‘work’, not that she ever did much. Working for her family was not something she’d ever really wanted to do, her older brother was the one being groomed to take over from the time they were young. She knew she should probably be rushing but her position really was nothing more than a title; still, her father and elder brother could be so obstinate about it all. 

She was lost in her own world, walking between her daughters school and her office when she felt a hand grip onto her forearm. Her brows furrowed and she jerked away automatically. Until of course she registered it was a woman that had seemingly just stumbled. Looking her over, Pieta couldn’t help but wonder if the blonde was drunk or hungover. 

A little laugh escaped her, shaking her head at the woman’s words. “Yeah, thank God. Are you okay?” She asked, letting her eyes drift over the other woman curiously. “Wouldn’t want you crying and all. What did you even trip over?” She asked curiously. 

her golden hair billowed in the crisp autumn winds as she walked down the pavement. meetings are important, especially to a modelling mogul like ivy rothschild. however, that morning called for some serious doses of caffeine. never one to be a morning person, ivy had made a hastily quick journey to the nearest coffee house for her morning fix. however, upon taking the takeaway cup, she left a crimson mark as she took a sip, her red soled heels clicking ferociously as she made her way back to the office. however, it was the haste of her journey that caused her to stumble slightly, her hand clutching onto someone to stop her from falling. straightening herself up and hoping no one saw, she turned to the person, “thank god i didn’t spill my coffee or fall, or i’d be in tears,” ivy said, a laugh bubbling from her scarlet lips. @jetsetstarters