In the kitchens...

[angela_edmunds]

Angela tried to wait for Melou to get back from training, but with the horseback riding and swimming the day before, she was terribly hungry

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[gwynedd_court]

The kitchens are fairly quiet, just a few girls going about thier business. No one, it seems, has really noticed Angela, or been bothered enough to say anything.

Except for one short, very pretty girl with dark blonde hair. If looks could kill, Angie'd be in serious trouble.

[angela_edmunds]

Angela is far too preoccupied with not disturbing anything to notice the other girl. She's generally pretty good at being invisible and has no idea that she's...visible today.

Finally, she finds what she's looking for and heads out of the kitchen and into the dining hall. She finds a quiet spot in a corner to eat her breakfast.

[gwynedd_court]

"Been cleaned out here already, ye know, but I s'pose ye think yer so high and mighty ye can do as ye please."

Angie's been followed, it seems.

[angela_edmunds]

Angela looks up and blinks. "Oh! Oh, I'm sorry! I'll clean up after myself, really."

She doesn't want to be any trouble. She should have known better than to leave the upstairs without Melou.

[gwynedd_court]

"Like yer sort'd know how." Briallen crosses her arms across her chest and appears intent on waiting for Angela to finish.

[angela_edmunds]

Like she's going to eat being stared at. She feels...vaguely hurt.

"I think I can figure it out," she snaps, now a little annoyed. But trying not to show it.

And failing miserably.

[gwynedd_court]

A small smile spreads across Briallen's face.

"Somethin' tells me ye got problems figurin' anythin' out."

[angela_edmunds]

Angela frowns, confused, and trying to figure out what she did to offend this person.

But she's feeling defensive and annoyed.

"What is your problem?"

[gwynedd_court]

"Oh, I figger in a few days I won't have any problem." She tilts her head, speaking in a slightly condescending tone.

"His interest don't last that long, ye see."

[angela_edmunds]

You know that feeling when something you've been worrying about turns out to be true?

Yes, that one.

That's how Angela is feeling right now.

It doesn't take her long to recover, however, because she's pissed off. Even if she is rather paler than she was a moment ago.

"You might be surprised," she says coldly.

[gwynedd_court]

"I doubt it." Is the smug reply. "He'll tire of ye right quick. Always does."

She pauses briefly.

"'less yer me, a 'course."

[angela_edmunds]

Could Angela act as if her heart isn't breaking?

Of course she could. Hollywood is in her back yard, after all.

Angela leans back in the chair she's sitting in and folds her arms across her chest. She raises an eyebrow.

"And you are?"

The tone is rather chilly.

[gwynedd_court]

"Name's Briallen." She doesn't expect this girl to know who she is. "Been his girl for years now."

[angela_edmunds]

Why, oh why didn't he at least *tell* me? she wails inwardly. But she has to keep up the act. She won't cry in front of her.

"That's funny," she says quietly. "That's what he calls me, too."

[gwynedd_court]

Briallen's eyes narrow. Obviously, she wasn't expecting that.

"Does he now. S'pose ye'll be tellin' me next was ye birthed his babe?"

[angela_edmunds]

Angela rolls her eyes, an exaggerated gesture. "No, of course not. You must be Rhoslyn's mother, then."

She has a feeling she's hit a target. It brings her no joy.