#;maureen

to say that she has merely stumbled upon that photo album would be an unbelievable lie, especially when it was nowhere near to be found unless someone was snooping around. however, since casanova has been acting a wee strange, the blonde thought that he must be hiding something from her. it was her inner compulsion to believe that everyone has bad intentions, that they were all out to get her one way or another ever since she stepped down from her job to try and live a normal life. however, what she had found was something she, herself, couldn't even begin to explain. photos dating back to centuries old with pictures of her, pictures of them together. waiting for him to arrive as she placed the album on top of the coffee table, the look on her face was stoic as she sat stiffly on the arm chair.

       MAUREEN was knew that she lost control there but she was too stubborn to admit that she made a mistake. Listening to what seemed like a lecture from him, her lips parted a little as she crossed her bloody arms over her chest. With a tilt of her head, she raised her question with an unnatural calmness, “Are you lecturing me? I did what was necessary-- he saw our faces and heard our conversation. if I didn't KILL him, he would've gone to the police.” Her method, however, wasn't as clean which left her clothes soiled with the crimson liquid.

"the fuck you are!" maureen screamed, uncaring that anyone might hear the noise coming from the inside of the abandoned house. "why couldn't you have just let me do this by myself? we can't get going unless you want this to be pinned on you. we need to dispose of any evidence they might find against you." not once has maureen been caught so they have nothing against her, not even a strand of her dna for the criminal database to match up with. even though she could hear the wailing of the police sirens from a distance, she couldn't allow this mistake they've made to cost them their life.

maureen wasn't exactly the type to celebrate valentine's day but she didn't want to appear completely ignorant of the occasion just in case maria was expecting something. pulling some strings, she was able to make some last minute reservations in a posh restaurant uptown where everyone was paid to be discreet about the transactions going around the place. since she was friends with the manager, she was able to secure the private booth where no prying eyes would be able to find them. the last thing she needed was for someone she recognized to see maria, which was for the brunette's own safety. leading her in the restaurant, the used the back entrance prior to being gestured towards their seats. "thank you, rick," the blonde muttered to his personal waiter in the restaurant before he scuttered away to bring them the menu. "i hope you're not expecting any flowers because i didn't get you any," she told her boldly but there was a teasing tone in her voice.

"tell me again why we can't leave yet," maureen chided as she linked her arm with her brother's, brows knitting together as she resisted to glare at the women who kept on trying to catch aliah's attention. all their life, it was always the two of them and no one else was ever able to break them apart. at first look, no one would even think that they were brother and sister-- especially not with the way maureen acts around him. her possessive nature along with their illicit affair wasn't exactly a good combination. trying her best not to sneer at the women who surrounded her brother as they made their way around the ballroom, she dug her fingers against his arm firmly. "i want to leave. NOW."