<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>~Marisol, done speaking and reacting to Nicci's reaction~</em><br/><br/>She had done something wrong. When Nicci had stood up, confused eyes went to the figure by the fireplace and she had noticed how the other woman was trying to compose herself. Try as she might, Marisol went over everything she could have said to upset Nicci and nothing came to mind.<br/><br/><em>Oh Mari,</em> she silently scolded herself as she scooted back on the couch, as if she hoped to hide by pressing her back to the couch, <em>que hicistes?</em> (What did you do?)<br/><br/>Everyone had been so receptive to each other's answers: Marcus, then Bo, then Nicci. Only she had caused a reaction. But then again, wasn't that her signature mark tonight? In each room, she had done something to...throw off the group. She had been late when everyone was supposed to meet at 8'o clock sharp. She had made a few comments in the dining room which no one had found amusing. And now...she had upset Nicci.<br/><br/>Swallowing hard, she suddenly found the connection with Mila welcoming. But...did Mila want her touch? Maybe she was being too forceful? Too forward for everyone's taste. Very slowly, Mari retracted her hand from the hold she had on Mila, raising her hand up to gently brush her hair behind her shoulder. It was an excuse, of course, but she didn't want Mila to think it had been because of her. Rather...Mari was once again going back into hiding, protecting herself from the rejection that was sure to come.</span>