Soon, the house filled up. There were people that Minnie hadn’t seen before and Nikita, Damien’s little sister, showed up with her own little posse. They all seemed to be dressed alike or in a similar fashion. It didn’t bother Minnie much until she caught Nikita draping herself all over Nicholas but unlike the last time. She didn’t drape herself over him in return. She rather watched and observed as her blood boiled. His gaze met hers. She could see his darting gaze back and forth looking for some sort of escape that wasn’t being given out to him. It seemed as if Nikita had an iron grip on him. Minnie looked away, sipping her third or perhaps fourth glass of juice that afternoon. She focused her attention back on the small conversation that she was holding with one of Marie’s friends.

