The day had been filled with complications. From the moment she'd woken up and stubbed her toe on her four poster canopy bed, to dropping a contact down the drain, she'd had several hiccups throughout the day. She'd also had to change clothes prior to leaving because her mother had been ridiculous over breakfast and orange juice spilled down into her lap to ruin her outfit. Giana McKay had left sending angry words and felt bad about it later once her head had cleared and some distance had been put between them. It had been happening of late, where her mother tried to interfere in every aspect of her life. What to wear and how to dress. Even trying to suggest the kind of man she should date. It felt intrusive and she'd already threatened to leave and live somewhere else. It always ended with them stating to her face, "Where will you go?"<br/><br/>Yet, her mother hadn't meant to spill the juice on purpose and she felt guilty over lashing out. That's why she'd given her all at tennis and smashed the ball against a wall for a few hours until her friends pulled her into a game of couples. That had lasted only a few minutes after she drove the ball straight into Charlie's nose and blood had gushed down across his shirt. The club had an on sight nurse, who cleaned him up while examining him. But the damage had been done and she'd broken his nose. Instead of getting rid of her guilt, she'd simply made matters so much worse.<br/><br/>After showering, Giana went to the office for a few hours to do some last minute filing and finish the last few tasks on some reports. There was no dictation to type out from her boss, so she simply stopped at a small bakery on the way home. Chocolate and strawberries were her mother's favorite delights. The small pastry containing both would hopefully soften her mother while she apologized. It had, though her father was already home from work and it was odd to see them whispering in the dining room. It was like she'd caught them trying to hide something since they had started to talk loudly and nearly jumped out of their seats to greet her when she announced she was home. The pastry was accepted and her mother told her not to worry about the breakfast fiasco.<br/><br/>There was promise of a good dinner, so she'd ran upstairs to shower and change with a light heart and a smile on her face. When she was drying off, Giana glanced at her phone and didn't see any messages. No invites to call her away after dinner, nor were there any missed calls. Odd, though the hour was early so she simply chose to dress with care just in case. A nice tight bodice dress that flowed loosely around her hips and legs to end the playful and light cream material half way down to her knees. She put on the chain of black pearls she'd inherited from her grandmother and touched them with reverence missing the older woman in her life. Makeup was done light and natural, highlighting her lips and her eyes that seemed to get her favorable reactions. It was when she was inserting matching earrings that she heard the voices downstairs.<br/><br/>Her mother's laughter was distinct, but that was not all. There was an added voice, a deeper voice to the mix that told Giana that someone was over.  Stepping into the low heels that accented her dress perfectly, she made her way down the staircase quietly.  Had her parents been expecting someone for dinner? If so, why hadn't it been mentioned to her earlier? Giana glanced at her reflection in the hallway mirror briefly to ensure everything was in place before poking her head into the kitchen where they seemed to all be seated.<br/><br/>At first glance, she nearly wrote the man off as a peer to her father.  But when she approached them slowly and saw him better under the light, her heart began to race and she closed her mouth quick to stand halfway between the doorway and the table. He was exquisite and, if she was being honest with herself, scared her a bit. Where she worked, she'd seen men like him on the rare occasion but never had she thought such a man might come to their house and sit at their humble table. It was then her father's voice tore her eyes off of him with an odd sort of introduction. Her eyes darkened that he father would simply state their business so openly and out loud. She knew her parents were struggling to regain their once upon a time wealth, but she didn't think...  Giana began to move again, approaching the man to conduct the other half of such an introduction.<br/><br/>"It's-" Her toes rubbed hard on the tiled surface of the kitchen floor when she stopped abruptly seeing that hand held up. Her eyes flashed angrily and confused when this man began to motion for her to turn around for him. Who was this guy and why did he think she'd twirl like a doll for him like that? Then, her gaze drifted over to her parents who were both so eager and encouraging her to comply that she felt a deep embarrassment. With a deep swallow and heat in her cheeks, Giana reached down to smooth the front of her dress' skirt down while awkwardly turning for him. Her eyes lifted to the ceiling as she continued a few twirls before glancing out to the side. What felt awkward to her was done fairly gracefully and with a quiet poise she'd been raised with. Without looking to see if she could approach, she simply finished what she had to say earlier. "It's nice to meet friends of my parents, Mr. Lanvin Stanna."<br/><br/>Saying his name, she pulled her eyes to him while biting the inside of her cheek to keep herself from smiling. It was her retaliation for him making her do such a thing. She wasn't a child and she was not used to being put on such display.