<em>~Mila, in Marisol's room with the girls~</em><br/><br/>Camila went inside at Mari's invitation and took a seat on the sofa, settling in.  She smiled as Mari opened the door for Nicci as well, and eyed the woman entering with a tray laden with goodies.  Although she was full from dinner, she loved cocoa and would be unlikely to ever turn it down.  Back home, she made the Swiss Miss packets in the microwave for herself regularly.  It was her way to treat herself in the winter.  She liked coffee, but if given the choice between the two drinks, she usually picked the chocolate.  Living by herself, she was able to indulge herself however she wanted.  So in the winter, she picked the hot chocolate and in the summer, she usually chose coffee.  Of course, it was only coffee she made herself; she could not afford luxuries like Starbucks.<br/><br/>As Mari, a bundle of energy, went into the bathroom, she asked about the evening.  As much as Mila wanted to take a back seat in the conversation and just listen while Mari and Nicci spoke, she knew she would not be doing herself any favors that way.  If she was going to become friends with these women, then she needed to let herself be vulnerable with them.  It became a matter of what was more important to her, protecting her heart, or knowing her new family.<br/><br/>She smiled wryly at Nicci and said loudly enough to Mari to hear her in the bathroom, "Yes, it was a lot to take in.  Did anyone else have the thought that Miss Taylor has a very discerning eye when it comes to men?  Marcus, Vince, and Bo are gorgeous!"  She knew her answer was lighthearted, but she wanted to give Nicci a chance to voice her opinion, and Mari, too.