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For quite a while, Adriella's raging anger kept her from feeling the chill of the rain. How dare he slap her! Her! If he was as close to her mother as he seemed to be, he should have known that physical punishment was not at all tolerated in the Justice family. Had her mother seen her slapped - as greedy as that woman was - she would have grabbed her daughter by the hand and high-tailed it out of there faster than he could even get a word out of those fine, grey lips. But of course her mother hadn't seen and she wasn't about to ruin the relationship her mother had, whether or not there were actual, legitimant feelings between the two.

Yet as she continued on through the rain, her clothes became soaked, her long hair was dripping, her shoes sloshing. The redhead struggled across the busy street and into the warmth of a small cafe at the corner of the street. The shelter didn't last, however, as the angry owner soon appeared, shooing away customers, Adriella included, who were causing her floor to look like the ground outside. Back outside in the rain, she continued on, teeth chattering, until oddly enough she found herself just down the street from Chris' studio. At that point she was beyond caring about getting his studio wet - warmth was all her mind was set on.

It took a fair amount of effort to keep herself from bursting through the door. Adriella opened the door just enough to squeeze through before quickly shutting it and leaning against it in shivers. In her soaked clothing the studio didn't feel all that much warmer, but it was at least better than standing out in the chilling rain.