<span style="font-size: 12px">Not two moments had gone by before the front door swung in, revealing a short Latina female with long, dark hair and a V-neck that accentuated her cleavage. This must have been the daughter. Brown eyes passing over her new step-sisters hourglass frame considerably, Quinn began to reconsider how bad this situation truly was. That was, until the female began speaking. It appeared as though the woman’s tone, attitude and voice were just as vivacious as the neighborhood in which she stood in. Quinn sighed, quietly. <i>Great…</i><br/>
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Her father leaned through the threshold to pull the woman into a small embrace and Quinn hoped she wouldn’t receive the next hug. She angled her body sideways so as to avoid such an encounter. The woman was very keen on her personal space and wasn’t a particular fan of hugging people that she knew, let alone strangers. The girl before them began to speak, but Quinn found her thoughts being occupied by what she was already missing from back home. She wondered how long she would have needed to wait before she could have her friends visit their new home. Was tomorrow too soon?<br/>
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A hand jutted in her direction, tearing her attention away from her thoughts. <b>“Oh, uh…..Quinn.” </b>She extended her hand to reciprocate the gesture. A hand-shake she could do. Releasing Mariana’s soft hand as soon as it was socially acceptable enough to do so, she did manage to listen to her next words. It wasn’t as though she would have much to do until the delayed moving truck finally arrived, so she nodded at the suggestion of a tour. As much as Quinn didn’t want to admit it, she was curious about the interior of her new home and even more so about her new bedroom. The raven-haired woman smirked at the mention of the newlyweds needing some alone time. She’d only hoped that her room wasn’t anywhere near theirs. She loved her father but he wasn’t the most considerate when it came to muffling the sounds that liberated themselves from the bedroom. Like father, like daughter she supposed. <br/>
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Quinn raised and dropped her shoulders, nonchalantly. <b>“Can I see my room?” </b>She was curious to see where she’d be spending most of her time. </span>