<em>~Mila at dinner~</em><br/><br/>Mila drank a sip of her champagne in a toast to the coming together of the group, and their future.  She wondered what kind of a future they might have.  She hadn't expected the tension in the group so early.<em>Oh well, if it is inevitable, maybe it is better if we get it out of the way now,</em>she thought.  Her stomach was still in knots over what had happened, Bo's judgment and Vince's aggressive reaction.  Marcus' understanding of her needs.  None of these men were what her initial impression had been.  Each one, in his own way, had surprised her.  She wasn't quite sure what to make of it, and would reflect on it later, in the privacy of her own room.  Perhaps even in the video diary room; although she was loathe to share her innermost thoughts with a camera without knowing who was watching on the other side, it was a promise she had made.  Miss Taylor had repeatedly stressed to her that she must be open during the times she went to record her impressions, and she had agreed to do so.<br/><br/>Picking up her dessert spoon, she looked at the presentation before her.  Chocolate mousse and raspberries, she realized, and tasted a small bite.  Nerves still fluttered about in her stomach, and so she was not able to enjoy the sweet like she normally would.  It was probably very good.