Lily arrived at the Julian mansion and knocked tentatively on the door. A few minutes later it opened and a butler looked down at her. After examining Lily closely, he frowned.

"We’re not interested in whatever you’re selling today," he said rudely and moved to close the door. Lily opened her mouth in shock and used her arms to stop the door from closing.

"Excuse me…" she started, getting pissed. The butler glared at her.

"Take your `Save the Latin war orphan’ rant somewhere else, young lady before I call the authorities," the butler warned. Lily saw a film of red fall over her vision and stuck her foot in the door.

"Listen you arrogant, stuck-up, snobbish, close-minded, British asshole," she began, "I’m not here selling anything, I’m here to see Nicole. Now either get her for me or tell me where she is or I’m going to come through this door and leave Adidas tracks on your face. Understand, or do I need to go over it in Spanish?" The butler arched an eyebrow.

"Judging from the way you’re dressed I doubt that you’re a friend of Miss Nicole’s, if she even has friends. But if you are that explains the attitude," he said dryly. Lily glared and prepared to charge. "One moment and I’ll get her for you," he said as he stepped back into the house. Lily stood back and waited and tried to regain control of her breathing. Boy was she pissed. She hated being dismissed based on appearance alone. It was one of the things she’d disliked about Nicole in the first place. Nicole had dismissed her based on the fact that she didn’t look or dress like the `in’ crowd. But now it appeared that that assumption was incorrect. (I have got to stop assuming so much) Lily thought with a sigh.

"Lily?" Nicole’s voice coming from behind her made Lily jump. Nicole stood there looking kind of frightened.

"Hey Nic, I think we need to talk," Lily said. Nic winced.

"You’re not gonna slap me or anything, are you? I mean, I deserve it and everything but, can I have a warning first, just to prepare?" Lily almost laughed. Almost but Nicole looked so lost it killed the urge.