<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WPmrwfk.png)</div>Peach? Michael Kaplan — one of the city's finest — was about to engage in the forbidden with his stepdaughter, and he was questioning her choice of lip gloss? Eliza couldn't even fathom it, but then something clicked in her mind. Like a light bulb flickering alive above her head. Ellie wore peach. She<em>always</em>wore peach. It had started back when they were young and had bought a pack of lip gloss together. They split the pack: Eliza took strawberry, Ellie took peach. Eliza's stepfather knew that and, instantly, her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach.<br/><br/>He knows. He had to know. Eliza had seen how keen Michael was on details. The young girl's muscles began to shake with nerves. She was caught and now she would have to explain. "I-I must have grabbed Eliza's by accid—"<br/><br/>The words were cut off by the insistent motion of Michael's body pressing into hers. A guiding motion to set her back against the sturdy window. Only, the chill took over from there and made her back arch outwards. The delicate frame of the troublesome twin curved towards her stepfather in a reaction to the cool surface, but maybe it would be construed as excitement — she hoped so anyways.<br/><br/>Over and over Eliza's mind screamed for her to keep calm. She was in no way a virgin, but the sudden rush of emotions and hormones made her head spin. The girl couldn't figure up from down, let alone right from wrong. This had to be wrong.<br/><br/>In that moment, and in an effort to stave off any further questions on her choice of lip gloss, Eliza leaned forwards, her lips seeking to draw Michael's mind away from anything else except for the false fact that it was Ellie in front of him. At least, that had been the initial plan. It was quickly halted by an outward sigh from the man himself. "N-No…?" Eliza's voice shook as she listened to the secretary speak over the intercom.<br/><br/><em>"Mr. Kaplan, Eliza called and said she had an urgent message for Ellie."</em><br/><br/>"Shit…" Eliza muttered quietly. It didn't matter whether or not Ellie would have expressed herself in such words around Michael. The thoughts were gone, and were only replaced by one fact. Ellie must have found out somehow. But, regardless, Eliza had not planned for her mother to find out…let alone show up at the office on her day off.