Belrose

Danny was smiling at Gio in that annoying way that said “Ooooh you have a girlfriend, I’m so going to use this against you”. You know, that smile sisters give their brothers when they now have something to tease you about? Yeah, that one. A house worker came up to her then and leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Mam, one of your friends is at the door…” he whispered to her. She looked at him curiously but confused all the same. “What do you mean my friend? None of my friends would come here, they have other plans…”

“Yes, well, a young lady is at the door and she… well, she looks like what your usual friends look like.” He whispered then winced as he noticed his mistake.

Danny’s eyes glazed over in ice as she steadily and coldly looked at the man. She no longer held her loose relaxed posture; instead she stood straight, rigid and imposing. It may not have been much due to her rather small stature compared to the man but she was a Da’Marco, if she stood that way, she was bound to look menacing. “And pray tell, what do my friends normally look like?” The man gulped and took a step back but she matched him with a step forward. “Go on, say it.” She ordered him harshly. “Like vagabonds…” he whispered.

Danny was a pretty mellow person, not so much like her brother Giovanni but close. Still, if there was one thing she wasn’t mellow about it was her friends being hurt, betrayed or insulted. She smiled a sickingly sweet smile at him before dumping the rest of her drink on his head. “You can take that as a sign of your lack of a job from now on.” She leaned in and yelled in his ear, “Now who’s a vagabond, huh?” Then just because she could she whispered, “I’m going to make your life a living hell. You see that man over there, he’s my father. Do you know what he does to men who touch his little girls?”

His eyebrows raised and he gulped. “B-but I haven’t touched a-a-any of y-you?”

“Yeah, well, who do you think he’s going to believe?” she asked sweetly. He staggered back and she glared at him as he retreated. Taking a deep breath, she remembered the whole reason he’d come to her and she made her way to the door without a glance toward the VanCamp siblings or her brother. Danny wasn’t often mean or evil but when she was she was often embarrassed if it ever happened when her family or friends were around. Opening the door she noticed a girl there. She appraised her clothes and smiled even though the guy had mistaken her for one of her friends. “Man that sucks. I wish I could wear pants; mom would bust a blood vein if I did though. Love your look though.” She said her voice friendly and light; a very big contrast to the one she’d used with the guy before. She motioned her hand for the girl to come inside.



Giovanni laughed at Adrianna’s question but answered anyway, “I wish it would end now but we still have dinner and then a bit more.” He shook his head. “Though I’m not really sure I can last that long; people will probably leave before that. I might just shoot myself.” He muttered. He looked to where she was looking at before shaking his head in bewilderment. “I have no idea… You think they’re using some of the stuff they’re dealing? I never pegged mom like that…” he said but wasn’t really serious about the drug thing. He smiled at her to show her this then noticed Danny talking with one of the house workers… or more like arguing.

He frowned and tried to hear what they were saying but Danny was whispering mostly so he had no idea what was going on. When she poured her drink over him he jolted slightly in place. Danny wasn’t one to… humiliate people publically or at all. She must have a reason. She has to. He watched them a bit surprised and then watched silently as she walked off. Blinking he coughed uncomfortably as the surrounding people began to murmur about his sisters actions.

Daniella smiled at the girls compliment. “Thanks, I’d wish it was a bit smaller. It has so many unused rooms we hardly use. Still, it is a piece of work…” she trailed off looking at her own house. It was true, the place was huge and could hardly be called a house. More like a mansion. Still, it was her home. The place she grew up in and was raised and it would always be just that to her. She turned back to the girl and smiled again. “Oh, well, you could say I’m one of the host here since I’m their daughter.”
she rolled her eyes but laughed slightly. “Well, if you mean my parents, their sort of mingling with their crowd you know? Um, over there.” She said pointing over to her parents in the middle of a bunch of old rich men and ladies.
“Oh, I’m Daniella but you can call me Danny if you like.” She said as she took Faina’s hand in her own and gave it a good strong handshake. “I’m glad you’re honored. You’ll probably change your mind after a while, it boring in there.” She laughed and shrugged eyeing the violin case. “You play?” she asked curiously.