<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>~Marisol : Entering the hall a little bit after 8pm - with Nicci, Angus, Marcus, Vince, Mila, and Bo, having come from Marisol's bedroom (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=86340.msg3809946#msg3809946)</em><br/><br/>It was a miracle she did NOT break her neck. Marisol was rushing down the stairs at top speed and a few times, she almost tripped. She muttered soft swear words under her breath. It was her main flaw: her potty mouth. She did not mean to have one...but with a loud Hispanic family...well, she was easily influenced.<br/><br/>In her haste, she did not get to see the splendor of the house. Granted, she had already seen it during the tour with Miss Taylor, but it was nighttime now. The Castle gave off an almost magical feel to it. She would have loved it. Instead, she slammed to a stop a few steps from the Great Hall, needing a moment to compose herself.<br/><br/>In a few steps, she would be meeting five strangers. Five strangers who shared her same views. Who would not judge her (Well...except for being late). Individuals who thought - just like her - that love was too beautiful and too grand to give to only one person. Her heart began to beat rapidly and this time, it was not because of her rush down the stairs. Anticipation. There was a hint of fear, of course, but Mari pushed it aside. Every thing was a new adventure and she <em>wanted</em> this. This is what she had been waiting for.<br/><br/>From inside the Great Hall, an elderly man watched her. He did not move towards her, merely kept an eye on her with a small smile on his lips. It was as if he knew just what she was doing. And he was allowing her the moment to collect herself.<br/><br/>Flashing him a grateful smile, Marisol took a deep breath and stepped into the room where her new family was. And...oh my, what a family. Licking her lips, she parted her lips but nothing came out.<br/><br/>"You must be Marisol," The older man said as he came towards her with a glass of champagne. He grinned, his voice taking in a low voice as if sharing a secret with her, "You didn't miss too much. Everyone is getting to know one another."<br/><br/>"Thank you," Mari whispered - both for the champagne flute and his kind words. Her eyes sparkled and with a happy smile she continued to make her way towards the three men and the two women. Jesus. The men looked...well, the best way to describe them was Dominating. They emitted power, control...a sort of arousing masculinity that had her body immediately responding to them. As her dark eyes swept over the women, she couldn't help but smile. They looked...friendly. A bit shy, perhaps...but who wasn't in this current situation? "I am so sorry I'm late. I hope I did not keep you all waiting too long."<br/><br/>Flashing them a pleased smile, she added, "I'm Marisol Trevino." </span>