<em>~Christina~</em><br/><br/>Christina smiled at Michael and studied his physique rather openly as she drank her coffee. How could she not? She put her cup down. "I'm Amelia's personal assistant. She runs the house, I help her." She grinned and straightened her back a little. "She's just busy right now."<br/><br/>She was about to ask him if he'd like to stay for dinner, a dip in the pool, anything, when she heard the door. She got up with an apologetic smile but Marry beat her to the door to whom seemed to be Insanity. She nodded quietly when the maid reprimanded him but then squinted at the man's reply. He was his brother? She watched him closely as she made her way over and noticed subtle differences, the main one being his obviously more stable demeanor.<br/><br/>"I'm Cristina, the owner's personal assistant. May I ask what you mean by services?" She didn't offer a hand or even a smile, simply looked right into the green eyes and waited for an explanation.