<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>~ Marisol in the dining room with the others ~</em><br/><br/>Oh...now this was becoming way much more serious than she had expected. Her comment to lighten the mood had been overlooked, and now Vince had called Bo out. Right there in the middle of dinner. Marisol kept her eyes lowered on the dessert before her - untouched - and resisted the urge to look between the two men she was currently stuck in the middle of. She made sure to keep her eyes lowered, knowing that right now they showed too much of her turbulent emotions.<br/><br/>There was a sense of disappointment at how quickly the night had gone downhill. Bo had voiced his concerns and Vince had taken it personally, something that everyone had to be careful about. Comments were going to be made, topics were going to be discussed that not everyone was going to like or approve of. The response was not to be on the defensive but to...keep their hearts opened.<br/><br/>But it was becoming a bit clear to Marisol that Vince had already developed a thing for Mila; at least, that's how it appeared to her. He was coming to her defense, protecting her against the other men...How could they...No. No, she mentally reprimanded herself and with an inward sigh, Marisol shut her brain off and simply let her concerns rest. Tonight, she would pay a visit to the Video Diary. Only then would she let her insecurities be voiced.<br/><br/>Until then, Marisol remained with her mouth snapped shut, unable to shake the feeling of a rip already having developed in the precarious experiment.</span>