<br/><br/>Linda helped herself to a cup of tea and halved a bagel. “Good morning.” She chimed, Asian features holding that ever polite mask that hinted at a submissive nature.<i>I bet </i>she<i> paid for that Armani. With </i>my<i> money. </i>The oriental kohl rimmed eyes turned towards Clark.<i>Shame. Much too nice for her. Then again, what was it about him? Something about… Pffft. I can’t remember. He’s handsome though. Bah, doesn’t matter. If he thinks he’s getting rich shagging the bitch--, <br/><br/>Oh, these bagels smell nice.</i>Her nose twitched a bit as she sniffed at the fresh bread, and add a dollop of cream cheese on the bagel. “Tea, brother? You don’t mind if I call you that, do you, Clark? We’re almost family now.”<br/><br/>She dropped the bagel on a plate and was about to return to her seat beside Clark when Millie burst into the dining room. “Goodmorning.” Linda sing-songed, peering at the girl.<br/><br/><i>Damn…Liv? Murdered five times over? Ha ha. Right... As if. Playing her games, are you? Ah, now I remember... Bet you'd be their bridesmaid too if she'd ask.</i><br/><br/>Irrational irritation flared at the hapless girl.<br/><br/><i>Drama. Drama. It's so easy to see you there, Liv, hiding in your best dress, rushing in at the opportune moment with that innocent smile, looking sexy as hell. You'd throw yourself in loverboy's arms. Tears. Kisses. Laughter. Oh, we're so happy it was just a joke. Stupid bitch! </i><br/><br/>“Oh. My. God.” She uttered numbly. It seemed the only sane reply.<br/>