❝ lying is the most fun a girl can have without
taking her clothes off. but it's better if you do. ❞
lucía socarras.
30. heir of sugar hill farms.
sugar hill lake.
❝ What’s so great about the truth? Try lying for a change, it’s the currency of the world. ❞
Age: 30
Gender identification: Cis female, she/her
Residential area: Sugar Hill Lake
Occupation: Heir of Sugar Hill Farms & Bloodstock agent
Two positive traits: Intelligent & adaptable
Two negative traits: Cunning & secretive
Length of time in Heartsdale: Off and on for 30 years
Faceclaim: Priscilla Quintana
always perfect and never smudged deep red lipstick, high heels strutting through dirt, the embodiment of a modern day film noir siren, smirking eyes that hold one too many secrets
child death tw
It would be easy to pour into the past of the elusive woman known to Heartsdale as Lucía, but where would the fun be in that?
Her mother was a mother like the rest, her father one of the best and the rest? She would say it doesn’t matter and dare you to ask another question with the flutter of her long dark lashes.
The rumors of dearest Lucía trickle around all the best social circles in the town, everyone has an idea of who she was before landing returning to Heartsdale, but no one has it exactly right. And if they did by chance guess a single real thing about her she would never tell; her life is her own best-kept secret and Lucía plans to keep it that way.
No one knows a real thing about Lucía, aside from her name and where she comes from. Everyone has their secrets and, well, there’s nothing more deadly than a pretty woman with secrets.
People tend to flock to her, sweet as honey as cravable as sugar the crowds hang onto Lucía’s moves as if every shimmy and shake was the bang that created the universe.
And if you thought her walk was remarkable, you’d be fortunate to ever hear a story she tells. Lucía weaves stories so elaborate, with such emotion and conviction that you would hang on every syllable that poured from her painted red lips.
Even if the story changes from day to day, you’d come back for another taste and never question a thing she said; as long as you want to know her. One day Lucía is a southern runaway, a free spirit looking for a world promised in media, and the next she’s a college drop out who just wanted to start over. The truth is always much more enlightening, but it’s not something she’ll share willingly, after all, you don’t run from something just to keep talking about it, that would defeat the purpose, and no one knows that better than a woman with ghosts she would rather avoid if she can have it her way.
A young girl from a small southern town, too small to ever have a secret, Lucía was set to go to an Ivy she desired; instead, she took the love of a boy and ran with it. Marrying for love and discovering that love is not all you need.
Sadly, after the tragic loss of her child, her husband became a different person. Possessive, cheating, and cruel, and suddenly, the life she chooses over the life she could have had was gone, and the life she gave up was too far gone.
Lucía wanted to start over, she wanted no ties to her old life- so she gave it all away and hasn’t been happier since; at least that’s what the babydoll tells herself.
But now that she’s reached high ground in the world of the horse racing industry as an agent, she realizes some secrets can be deadly and wonders if her demons will come out from the dark and drag her back to reality.
The daughter of Ricardo Socarras, a world famous jockey, she is the sole heir to Sugar Hill Farms. A world renown breeding and training equestrian center for elite racehorses and sport horses.
In the midst of her early mid-life crisis, Margot found herself worrying about the longevity of her career path. She noted Matt’s advice on saving and starting putting money away for the future, so at least she wouldn’t starve to death if it all ended one day. If she were honest though, she seemed to be missing the extra doe. Going from rich girl, to poor pseudo-orphan, to rich independent woman left her desiring the luxuries of life. Margot found herself on a path she wasn’t quite sure how she ended up on. Here she was in the fanciest restaurant in town listening to a man droll on for some cash. Margot told herself the reason why she ventured out into other realms of sex work was for the money, but perhaps the truth was she was bored - bored of her life. The tiny brunette excused herself from her ‘date’ and headed to the bathroom. Margot fixed her lipstick in the mirror when her eyes darted toward the reflection of the door in the mirror as it began to open. Of course.
She was perhaps the last person she wanted to see in this moment. Margot’s thoughts immediately circled to seeing the woman with her first.. everything. Jackson and Lucia? It made no sense. Nothing made sense anymore. What if they were here together? Jackson would hate this place. God why did she care? Maybe because her memories of the past seemed to be uprooted with Jackson’s admission of how she made him feel back then, or because Lucia use to be her friend, or because it felt better to care about it than to feel numb to it all. “So, whats the deal with you and Hendry anyway? Oh, let me guess, you liked the little farm boy all along?”
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Lucia was nothing if not keenly observant and aware of her surroundings. It kind of came with the job and a life of being so wealthy that you always had to watch your back. In most places she made an appearance she noticed who was there and with whom, a survival skill in networking.
One petite beauty she noticed almost immediately was Margot Moore. The once friend from childhood sitting with an unknown man and seeming— bored out of her mind?
Hmm. This must be work not pleasure.
If not for the fact that the male across from Margot was far from being good enough for the likes of her, then she might have considered, at least for a moment, that the old friend was spending time with someone.
As soon as she saw Margot head off to the ladies room, she excused herself from her father and associate’s company to ‘powder her nose’ and had a sinister smirk shaping her lips when she entered the restroom and walked in slowly, deep russet eyes on the woman leaning in toward the mirror.
Lucia stood before the neighboring sink and leaned forward, inspecting her flawless makeup and ghosting a pad of her finger across her cheekbone. She let Margot’s question simmer for a little bit before shifting her eyes to the woman in the mirror. A slight scoff sounded. “I’m not even sure I don’t still hate him now.”
It was a lie. She and the idiot with the farmer’s tan were growing closer and more fond of each other as time passed. But when was Lucia ever one to reveal her cards?
“Why do you care? Still get wet over your high school honey?”
At that point she was freshening her lipstick. Lucia rubbed her lips together then set her hands on each side of the sink, holding Margot’s gaze in the mirror.
WHO: @luciasocarras
WHERE: Lucia’s place
WHEN: New Year’s Day
Jackson knew better than anyone that Lucia’s presence and time, especially the amount she had graced him with, wasn’t just given to anyone. He had come to know her well enough to know that she had given him an opportunity that wasn’t a common occurrence with her, and while most of their time together was fun, he was at a point where he was craving more than that. He found curiosity getting the best of him, eager to slowly chip away at the walls she put up as they spent more time together. He wanted to know what made her feel most alive and what she wanted the future to bring her. It was a strange and foreign feeling, or at least one that hadn’t been present since his first and only relationship.
The two of them were an interesting pair together – opposites that were miraculously moving in a direction that would likely shock everyone who knew them. Their circumstances had already been enough to confuse Jackson who had always believed that the whole opposites attract concept was complete bullshit.
“I didn’t make a huge ass of myself in front of your parents last night, did I?” His arm slipped around Lucia’s shoulder, bringing her in closer before he pressed a kiss to her temple. He could vaguely remember seeing her parents last night, though the fear of having made an even worse impression of himself than they most likely already had, had creeped up on him. “What’s your relationship with ‘em like? Ya don’t talk much about your family.”
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People were going to start talking. It was inevitable. Not just because it was a small town and that’s what small towns did, but because she was Lucia Socarras. The heir to Sugar Hill Farms. No matter how mysterious she was, or maybe that played into the whys of it, people were always curious about her and what she was doing. No one had really seen her serious about anyone since her husband and Nik.
It was a big deal to not just attend one event with someone, but two. And the annual New Years festivities at her parents house was likely to be taken as a statement.
“Of course you did.” With a small smile she glanced at Jackson playfully. “But they already thought you were an ass so it’s nothing new.”
She let him pull her closer and her eyes closed briefly when he pressed his lips to her temple. The night before had been fun, though she was always kind of amused to watch Jackson put on something nice and and mingle amongst a fancier crowd. It had been downright hilarious to watch him interact with her father, the illustrious Ricardo Socarras, and see Jacks fumble all over the place.
Father had not been moved nor impressed and even gave Lucia a few questioning looks, wondering if she was actually serious about dating the white boy she’d had fired from the farm so many years ago.
For whatever reason Jackson Hendry was growing on her. A part of her was softening up and there were stirrings within her that he’d been awakening, things she hadn’t felt in a long time.
“There’s a reason people don’t talk about things, Jacks.” Deep russet eyes peered into the bright blue of his own. He was so down to earth and disarming. “You don’t talk about yours either.” Opening up wasn’t something Lucia did. She also rarely told the truth or didn’t offer up some kind of fabrication about herself or her life. Oddly, that was changing with him.
“Mhmm, I know…decided to take my chances,” he half grinned, wetting his lips. The reason he’d asked her to come there wasn’t joyful in the least, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t try and maintain some positivity.
A contemplative gaze watched her as she approached, not lost on her efforts to keep some physical distance between them. He understood but he didn’t see the point. Their bond was too deep, way deeper than the physicality of touch or the unwarranted complication labels so he wasn’t moved or offended by the act of separation in the least. He was confident in his belief because of all the times he’d tried the same.
“And you know when I get inspired, there’s no point in trying to rush the process,” he countered, as he drizzled a little lime juice over the sizzling meat, let it sear a bit along with some peppers, tajin and other Mexican spices then wiped his hands before meticulously slicing an avocado.. In the brief lull of silence he questioned if they were actually going to make it through dinner peacefully enough to have the real conversation.
“Almost done…feel like getting your hands a little messy? I could use some help with the guac. There’s another apron on the counter. Wouldn't want to mess up whatever couture you’re barely wearing,” he teased..
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“Most people wouldn’t willingly put me in a room full of knives.” A smirk on her lips, Lucia was soon at his side. “You’re always so willing to take risks for me.” She pressed a kiss to the side of his shoulder then leaned back, resting her hip against the counter.
Unsure what his angle was, she remained cautious, as though a potential romantic evening would strike her with the bite of a poisonous snake. “You’ve gotta stop trying to soften me up,” she teased a little more, watching him put together a meal for her, “I’m not the girl I once was.”
Of all the people that had come and gone in her life, Nik and her connection with him was one that remained and stood the tests of time and incredible hardships. He seemed to love her and continue coming forward even when she began pushing him away. Deep down, from a place she couldn’t speak of, Lucia loved that about him. What they shared no one could touch or take away, but she was still convinced it was her burden to carry alone.
“And you know asking for patience from me is futile when I really want something.” The pad of her finger stroked against her tongue and Lucia poked it into the tajin and soon returned it to her mouth. There was a gleam in her eyes as she watched Nik’s face rather than his hands at work. “What’s up your sleeve? What is this for?”
Moving closer, her hip gliding against the side of the counter, Lucia moved into his space a little. With her body flush against his side her fingers reached up and pinched his shirt at the chest. “An apron?” A challenging brow rose thinking he couldn’t be serious. She would never be an apron wearing type. Not ever. Especially not to cover up her Valentino.
This was how it usually went— men wanted to turn her into a housewife.
“Even then, I’d rather take it off than cover it up.”
maggie wasn’t big on fitness, in fact she rarely exercise anymore. she liked to blame it on a busy schedule, but in reality she had just moved on from the constant focus on staying slim as she got older. as a teenager, while trying to build her resume, sports and fitness had been an integral part of her life. through college she enjoyed barre classes with her sorority sisters and running at the track on campus, but as she got older she found it more relaxing to pick up yoga. it helped keep her limber, flexible, and that was obviously important for a single girl in her thirties. sitting next to lucia, maggie tried to give the conversation the attention it deserved but she really wasn’t sure how comfortable she was with talking about her brother. “a date?” she questioned, her eyebrows raising in surprise, “i didn’t realize that the two of you were getting to that point.” she sat on her behind, pulling her legs into a butterfly position and leaned forward to stretch her legs and back, “i’m going to assume you said yes. so, are you looking forward to it or?” she truly wasn’t sure what to say. would this be considered prying into her brother’s life if lucia was the one to bring it up?
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Not having any siblings, Lucia wasn’t entirely sure how siblings dynamics works. At least not through experience. Then there was the fact that the relationship between Maggie and her brother was strained, but she really just wanted someone to gab to. Someone that wasn’t sweet on the blond with the horrible farmer’s tan.
“Yeah, I didn’t realize it either but then he’s giving me flowers and asking me on dates.” Sure, Lucia had wined and dined people many times over. A real date? That was something she hadn’t done in a very long time. Not likely since she was married and that was a no-go zone when it came to looking back. “It’s bound to be awful, he hasn’t been on one since high school.”
That didn’t ultimately matter though. Despite the things she was saying, Lucia was definitely going, and maybe the down talk was a way of her making the event less significant.
Adjusting, she too sat back and then began stretching out. Yoga was for many things and the most important was how it brought her relaxation.
“I’m definitely looking forward to seeing him get out on the dance floor.” It was a way of answering while still skirting around the question. “And believe it or not that was his idea too.” She remembered him ditching prom and she’d never heard of Jacks out at any of the bars grooving to whatever was playing, so Lucia knew it was going to be interesting. He’d be safe though, she’d have the lead.
“You probably don’t want to talk about your brother— so who are you keen on staying limber for?” A little tease that came along with a smirk.
It only took one look at the gorgeous creature as she approached before Jo realized they were in for an interesting evening, to say the least. “I mean if you’ve got other options…I’m not married to the idea,” she drawled with a husky timbre as doe eyes peered up at the other woman. The alpha like stance the other woman had taken caused Jo to let out a soft purr, barely heard.
Though her expression likely gave away the rush of anticipation she felt. Under normal circumstances, another alpha female exercising their dominance in her presence might have drawn an unfavorable response. When it came to Lucia, however, she was willing to submit to wherever their banter led them. She was actually beyond curious.
“I’ve just got one tiny bit of caution. Whatever you’re about to start love, I’m sure as hell gonna finish,” she teased as her fingertips pulled at the hem of the well tailored dress the other woman was wearing the hell out of.
Jo’s onyx gaze drifted over Lucia’s features as she reached for her hand, pulling it up so that their fingers could intertwined “What’s going through that beautiful mind of yours? Have anything in particular in mind?” Lucia was one of the most intuitive, creative women she knew so she wasn’t worried leaving the plans for the night in her friends more than capable hands.
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“Oh, babe. One thing a woman should never be short of is options.” With a smirk on her lips, she smashed a wink in her friend’s direction. “Just leave it up to me. I’ll make sure all your needs get met tonight.”
With her phone in hand Lucia texted her driver to be waiting downstairs and let him know where they’ll be heading. It wasn’t so much as keeping things as a surprise, more so letting Josie fall into the unexpected. Nights like these were for getting out of your head and simply feeling the moments as the experiences came. Josefina was a boss bitch, and she knew that type well and appreciated the hell out of it. But Lucia had the devil in her back pocket, then the money and power to back it up.
Quickly her smirk returned as her friend tugged on her dress a little and made a promise. “I’d expect nothing less from you.” And as she leaned forward, her lips very lightly brushed Josie’s. “Let’s have a toast before we go.”
Brushing past Josefina, making sure they each felt something and reluctantly breaking the contact of their intertwined fingers, Lucia headed for the bar and pulled out an expensive bottle of tequila. She filled up two shot glasses and nudged one at her friend. “Do you really wanna know or do you wanna find out?”
Deep russet eyes moved over her friend’s figure and the way her dress hugged her shape perfectly. People may very well be brought down to their knees tonight. Or maybe she was people. “What do you want to toast to?” Lucia asked raising her shot.
Elliot laughed at the proposition, a chance to lay all her cards on the table. She thought back to rehab, the stories were endless but she had to be careful, some definitely didn’t paint herself in the best light, and others were just plain sad. “Well my room-mate was incredible, girl had no self control but she was a good time,” she said. “She used to get in trouble with the police when she was high, but it turned out that that was just her personality, not the drugs, one day they found 28 packets of cookies under her bed, she’d just been stealing them for fun.”
Her eyes grew wide at the promise, “ooh both, now I am intrigued,” she beamed. Elliot was a sucker for an overly dramatic TV show but real life was even better.
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“Oooh how racy,” Lucía commented, a teasing smile appearing on her lips. “Everyone loves a rebel without a cause,” she added, finding it amusing that what her roommate had chosen to steal had been cookies.
“So, what was she in rehab for then? The experience?” Mostly a joke, but the heir was aware that there were rehab programs for more than just alcohol and drug abuse. She wasn’t sure if kleptomania was one of them but that certainly made the roommate interesting.
Drawing out the moment when it became her turn, Lucía reached for her drink and took a sip. Then wet her lips and had a twinkle in her eyes when they landed back on Elliot. She loved being a keeper of secrets whether people knew she had them or not.
“You remember Ruth— one of the doctors at Grant General? Her husband, or excuse me, ex-husband is that handsome detective with the PD— well, Ruth and her ex’s former mistress, the one that he’d had an affair on her with, they had a very public run-in outside of the dry cleaners.” Tongue poking into her cheek, Lucía paused to see if Elliot was latched on. “A rock went through the windshield of the doctor’s BMW and the responding officer to the disturbance... yeah, you guessed it.”
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“That cannot be true.” He scoffs, confident that whatever had just come out of the other’s mouth is anything but correct. “I will bet you fifty bucks and I’ll shave my eyebrows if you can prove me wrong.”
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“You’re so confident and sure of that— you’re making this all the more amusing to me.” Which was a favorite past time for Lucía. Proving people wrong was one of the things she did best in life.
“Let’s up the ante, shall we?” A brow arched and her lips slowly shifted into a smirk. There was a glint of something dark in her deep russet eyes.
“Make it five hundred and also shave your head and beard along with the eyebrows.” He would move about town as the guy who thought he could get one over on Lucía Socarras.
–a restaurant on the outskirts of town– In the kitchen of a local Mexican restaurant he charmed his way into, Nik had just finished up the garnishes on the meal he’d been preparing.“If it seems like I lured you here under false pretenses, you’d be right,” he admitted, hearing her undeniable footsteps draw nearer. Looking up at her when she came into view, he studied her for a beat as he thanked the owner before the man disappeared, leaving them to their vices, he turned his attention back on Lucia. “Come, join me…I’ve got something important to ask you, but first…my plan is to fill your belly up with one of my mama’s recipe’s….” @luciasocarras
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Unsure what she was walking into, the heir moved a little slower in took in her surrounding as she was told to head into the kitchen. When Nik came into view, her deep russet eyes moved down his frame then to what his hands were preparing. It smelled amazing in there but she wasn’t exactly ready to dish out compliments just yet.
“You know— I’m not exactly fond of that.” Lucía tsked and kept making her way closer until she was approximately a foot away from him. Her Valentino dress wasn’t exactly happy to be close to anything that could splatter and ruin it.
It made her smile though, slightly, having missed his mother’s cooking. Once more she looked over what Nik was putting together and then eyed him suspiciously. “You also know I don’t have the patience, so you might as well ask me now what you want to ask. I’m pretty sure we can eat and talk...”
A moment later she was closer at his side, appearing at his shoulder and peering at his face. “It smells amazing.”
Jackson wasn’t quite sure what had come over him when it came to the way he was feeling about things with Lucia. All he knew was that for the first time since high school, he was looking forward to a date and had actually put time and effort into planning it. The date had gone smoothly so far, although some nerves were tied to the last part of it. While a few stops on the way had been tied to things that Jackson was passionate about, he wanted her to feel like this date was about her. Through their late-night phone calls he had learned that the heir liked dancing, and while it wasn’t something he did regularly, he figured he could pick up quickly enough. Certainly not without some hazing from the woman who had inspired their last stop.
“Alright…we did somethin’ I like, so now were doin’ somethin’ more up your alley.” Jackson glanced over at Lucia as he pulled up to a dance club he had found on the outskirts of town. “This is a once in a lifetime opportunity you’re gettin’, Luc. Go easy on me, though…I’m drivin’ so no liquid courage and I skipped out on prom.” He leaned in to press a quick kiss to her cheek before getting out of the car, moving to her side to open the door. “I hope you’re a good teacher. I’ll try and be a better student than I was in high school, but I don’t know if I can promise to fulfill any Dirty Dancing fantasies.”
@luciasocarras
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Somehow Lucia had wound up on a date. A legitimate one that she had actually wanted, not something that was conjured up for business purposes or to stroke a man’s ego. Beyond the surprise of actually being on a date, the heir was enjoying herself. Since this reintroduction to Jackson Hendry she was learning a lot about him and the farmer was managing to change her mind about him and also get under her skin— in a good way.
“From books to dancing. This night is going from one end of the spectrum to the other.” For a moment she eyed him from the passenger seat of his car. It was the cheapest thing she’d been in for quite some time and Lucia was kind of enjoying that. As much as she wasn’t, Jacks been so down to earth was part of his charm.
Maybe what was even more surprising was to learn that Jackson did have that. Charm.
Somehow in the dimly lit parking lot and the dark interior of his vehicle. Lucia’s deep russet gaze twinkled as they took in his silhouette. “I’ve never gone easy on a man in my life—” Despite that truth, a smirk dangled on her lips. “But I can promise you, you’re in good hands.”
There was something so good natured about him. The fact that he wouldn’t drink because he was driving, and then the chaste kiss on the cheek before opening her door for him. Lucia hadn’t expected a classic gentleman to come out of the man with the horrible farmer’s tan.
“Why didn’t you go to prom? Weren’t you with—” Oh, that’s right, she vaguely remembered that Jacks dated Margot in high school. Lucia took his hand as she exited his car and pressed herself against his chest when she stood, hooking her arm around his neck.
“You’re so nervous, it’s so cute.” Her lips pressed to his. Lucia wasn’t the kiss you on the cheek type. Not when on a date with someone that was stirring something unexpected within her. “You better fulfill some dirty fantasies though.”
“Home is where the heart is.” Kit spewed the well known quote. “I’m just glad you’re back.” She said, looping an arm through the others. “Eh- I mean the owner’s not around very often if at all, so I pretty much get to run things how I want but I am not getting paid for all that work.” She scrunched her nose. “Oh, you know I’m always up to no good.” Kit winked at her friend. She used to get into a lot more trouble as a teen and a young adult, but recently she’s prided herself on pulling her life together into one that would make her dad, and herself proud. “How was your trip?”
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“Eh, I don’t know about that.” A playful grimace appeared on her face. Gone were the days that Lucia was sentimental and in touch with anything that could be printed on a Hallmark card. But, even for her, there was something about home.
Maybe it was the reminder of what life used to be.
When Kit hooked her arm, the heir pulled her friend closer into her side. “Has life been boring without me, my dear?” A small smirk teased on her lips. There was a twinkle in her eyes as she peered at Kit. “Please tell me you’ve been up to some fun. Share this no good with me...”
Briefly she thought about Industry and she nodded, appreciating how Kit knew her time was valuable. “Are you loyal to Industry? Maybe it’s time you look elsewhere. No sense on wasting away there.”
While pulling Kit along with her, Lucia deposited her bag at a table and returned to the line so they could get some coffees. “Trip was good.” Made a few million. And that seemed to be what it was all about. Money. “I love traveling to the west coast this time of year. Southern California is a dream in the winter months.”
“The point is that you want to suffocate me.” Selin teased because of course she knew the point was to have her chest shoved all the way up to her chin. It was a nice colour that would pair well with her skin and the dress was the right length for her frame. For a moment, she considered telling Lucia that she had been planning on working throughout the majority of the holidays because she didn’t have any family to celebrate with apart from Aly. But she didn’t have the heart. “Okay, okay but if my ass is popping out then we’re putting it back.” A finger pointed to Lucia as if to warn her to even fight her on that request. It was nice to have her back and maybe catch a few glimpses of the old Lucia she knew and adored. While a lot had changed with her, she understood more than others did. Loss and tragedy could destroy someone. “What about this one for you?” Selin plucked a dress off the rack and placed it upon her friend’s chest. “You’d have to go braless but that’s the point.”
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“If your ass is popping out then it’s a keeper.” Lucia countered, mischief on her lips. “Just imagine all the thanks I’d get from your admirers. And you know I love fealty.”
It felt like it had been forever since she’d spent any real time with Selin. A day of shopping and being girls might’ve seemed small and like nothing much to anyone else, but to Lucia it was quality. It was giving her a chance to feel her old friend out, find out what was going on in her life and she always loved being the holder of information. Beyond that, the real truth might have been that she missed the nurse. Maybe their lives had changed so much with adulthood and the baggage gained by making it this far, but her presence and memory took Lucia back to a simpler time. Before she lost the only thing that really mattered.
“Oh, go on.” Waving Selin off, she chuckled as her friend made a threat. She had a sharp eye and had already learned Selin’s figure well. Well enough to hand off a dress that would fit her like a glove.
With the dress pressed to her chest, Lucia’s fingers pinched it at the sides and pulled it firmly against her frame. “Hmm, I do have a date coming up.” That made her release a little chuckle. Her, on a date? Comical. “Braless is definitely the way to go.”
Taking the hanger, she draped it behind her shoulder and headed for the dressing rooms. “Come on, lets give these a whirl. I’m determined to get you out in that dress.”
She grinned mischievously as Lucia said that she wouldn’t know where to begin, that implied that there was plenty to discuss which made Elliot very happy. She looked up, wondering where she wanted her to start, “any public spats, they are my favourite,” she grinned, “or love triangles, can’t go wrong with a love triangle.”
The retort made Elliot laugh out loud, “you want rehab stories? You sure about that?” she questioned, “or pre-rehab stories, but telling them now is just kind of awkward,” she admitted with another laugh. “Hey, I’m an open book.”
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“Well, if you’re an open book, get started my love.” At that moment, Lucia’s grin matched Elliot’s. She was all for a little given and take, the heir was simply not about to give without receiving first.
Even though she knew and trusted the actress, old habits died hard. And, well, friends nor not, everyone was a chess piece to Lucia.
“I’m sure you heard some amazing stories in rehab, so let’s start there.” They were like minded in the fact that they each liked to know what was going on, and that wasn’t something you could do by minding your own business.
“In return, I’ve got both of your top wants for you.” Lucia winked.
