<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>~ Mari moving with Vince to the Lounge ~</em><br/><br/>The sound of Vince's voice behind her caught her by surprise. Turning her head, Marisol looked into his dark eyes and felt herself...breathless. For just a moment, all she could do was stare into his eyes and get lost in them. And if it wasn't his eyes, then his accent simply did it for her. He had a voice that she could simply fall asleep listening too, the soothing and husky tone implying so much and sending her mind running loose with wicked pleasures.<br/><br/>Without stopping to think or any form of hesitation, Mari looped her arm around his and felt her lips curve into a wider smile, her tone a bit husky, "I'd rather take your arm...and follow you."<br/><br/>She moved next to him, her heart skipping a couple of beats. The insecurities were still there, sure, but she felt a little bit calmer. How silly was it that a woman could have her entire outlook changed by the simple glance of a man? She hated being one who depended so much in a male's attention but during the past hour or so...well, Mari just needed  a little reassurance.<br/><br/>Her fingers gently held his arm as she followed the group to the lounge, her voice quiet as she looked up at Vince and said simply, "Thank you." While her words were quiet, the emotion in her eyes said plenty. The worry and fear of this not working out had taken its toll on her and she couldn't hide her emotions as well as she wanted. Once they made it to the Lounge she raised herself up on tip toes and pressed her lips to Vince's cheek, her smile genuine. "I like your sweet nature, Vince."<br/><br/>Turning slightly, she caught sight of the pad and pen and automatically slipped into 'Hostess-mode' -- even though this was not her house. "Since the pad and pen are there...why don't we do what Nicci suggested and write out the questions?" She moved to a seat by the window and simply took in the beauty of the room. The lounge, even if it sounded like a relaxed room was still very elegant and extravagant. The fire had been lit and the lamps had been turned on, giving it a intimate feel. Looking out the window, she could see how dark and mysterious the castle looked. She wondered if anyone who saw it would think it was abandoned. It looked old...but sturdy. Character. The castle had character.<br/><br/>Once every had settled in, Marisol flashed them all a wide smile as she stood and made her way to the tray of tea and coffee. "While everyone begins to do their questions...I can go around and offer everyone a cup of tea...or coffee?" Her smile was friendly and her demeanor polite. Marisol knew how to be a Hostess, it had been engraved in her since she was young. Her main concern had always been others and this time it was no different. She loved taking care of everyone around her, it was one of the reasons she couldn't simply belong to just one person.</span>