[hr][hr][center][color=a187be][h1][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Tatiana%20Carrington&name=Arizonia-Regular.ttf&size=100&style_color=a187be[/img] [img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Wyatt%20Rothenberg&name=Sweetly%20Broken.ttf&size=100&style_color=FFF6F0[/img][/h1][/color][/center] [hr][hr] Tatiana glanced over towards Marisol and nodded slightly, biting her bottom lip nervously. She really didn't think she had another choice in the matter, she had to find someone to come with her; granted after the way their mother had greeted them perhaps her and Marisol should have just stayed home. It would have been more enjoyable. The plane had not even taken off yet and Tatiana was already wanting to run away again. Most of the children had run off, in way or another, leaving a younger sibling behind. One could only take so much. "I vasn't either," Tatiana admitted to Marisol about Liv being pregnant. Seeing the man that Liv was with, she cringed. She had seen him on the news. He reminded her of that guy from 50 Shades of Grey. Thing was, that story wasn't romantic, it was down right scary. If it had been set in trailer park, it would have ended in in hostage negotiations and the girl in therapy. Tati hoped that wasn't the situation Liv had gotten herself in. [hr][hr] "Thank you," Tatiana said kindly towards Amelia. "Most here don't think too highly of my background. Unless that is except for ballet," she sighed slightly. It seemed that in the eyes of her parents her ability to stand on pointe was her only redeeming quality; what else could she expect. It was well known she was nothing but a publicity stunt when they adopted her. The wealthy Carringtons adopting a poor orphan; she was pretty sure in the end it was for the positive publicity for their company and perhaps a tax right off. [hr][hr] Tatiana could hear Marisol blow up at their [i]mother[/i] from behind the door of the bathroom and she sighed deeply. She was proud that her sister had the guts and tenacity to stand up for herself and the rest like she had; she just wish it wasn't needed. They were adults now, they shouldn't still be defending themselves like this. Seemed the line had been drawn already; Tati and Mari on one side, Cass on the other. Was sure to come to blows if anyone stepped over it. Tatiana just hoped that Rowan would keep his mouth shut. At this point if he tried his usual defense of mother all hell was going to break loose. Too bad none of the children had become trauma surgeons, someone would need stitches before this flight was over. Wyatt looked around the plane. Tatiana’s sisters were very beautiful. He was positive that he has Marisol on magazine covers before. Tatiana was a little too skinny for his tastes. But he was being paid enough to keep his mouth shut. But so long as he wasn’t too obvious, he could still look. [hr][hr] Hearing Amelia on the other side of the door, she unlocked it and stepped out, nodding and patting the young woman on the shoulder as she passed by her. "Velcome to the [i]happy[/i] family," she said sarcastically before she had made her way with the bottles of booze and flopped down. Spinning a top off she downed the first one, cringing slightly at the burn as it trickled down her throat. Tatiana was not a drinker, but this was special circumstances. Wyatt wordless reached over to Tatiana’s bag of bottles and took one for himself. “It’s going to be a long flight, isn’t it?” “Very long,” Tati grumbled a bit. As their father approached, Tatiana stood up to face him. She half expected him to berate her for talking to her [i]mother[/i] like that. Instead he gave her a comment that was half slap, half compliment; she wasn't sure how to read it. As Tatiana stood, so did Wyatt. He had nothing to add, but he was hired to be the supportive boyfriend.. "I have alvays been a target Papa, but I learned to be a moving one they are unable to hit," she said confidently. "The IRP couldn't touch me in my homelands, no one could touch me on stage, no touches me now," she said as she screwed the cap back on the empty bottle. His next words caused her to freeze, he liked what she was? Did she hear him right. Slowly she sat down and gripped the edge of her seat. Eager to see what she would make of herself? She half wanted to reach into her purse and throw the envelope within it at him to show him and her [i]mother[/i] exactly what she had become. She took a moment to breath before getting back up and walking over to Marisol, slipping her arms around her little sister and pulling her close. "Eto khorosho, u menya yest' ty," she whispered quietly. "Oni ne stoyat slezy," she added as she hugged Marisol tight. It was something she had said many times over the years as they grew up, something she had had to remind herself just moments ago. It would be alright, they weren't worth the tears. Looking over towards Liv she had to sigh as she laid into Marisol, these two never got along, ever. Taking a deep breath she stepped between them and shot Liv a look as if to say back off. “Liv, lay off,” Tati said calmly towards her sister. “Vorst place to be vhile pregnant is around most of this family, you know that. Let her be, she'll leave you. You vant something said to her, come to me. I'll handle it. Vill be best for her, vill be best for you, will be best for the baby,” she added before wrapping her arms around Mari and leading her over to a seat. Tati hated having to chose sides between the siblings, least where Liv and Marisol were concerned. She loved them both deeply but she thought that Liv had to be nuts to be here, pregnant and expect everyone to be calm. Calm wasn’t in any of the children's vocabulary. Rubbing her temples she leaned back and glanced over towards Wyatt. “Can you feel the love?” she scoffed before rolling her eyes.