icecoldfrost: (Now the gloves are off)
Emma Grace Frost ([personal profile] icecoldfrost) wrote2011-04-04 12:29 pm

The Offices of Cabot & Associates, Friday Afternoon.

The finger-shaped bruises from where Winston had grabbed her arm stood out sharply against her pale skin, and her split lip and swollen face also stood testament to Emma's argument with Winston last night. She'd seek out Karla and have them healed after her family was good and gone; she didn't want her younger Sister getting any ideas about retribution.

For now, she wore it as a deliberate mark of rebellion against Winston, almost as a matter of pride, while she waited for the next round to begin. She'd thrown the gauntlet four years ago, and now Winston was calling her bluff.

But for once, Emma had the law on her side. And two very good lawyers who were going to make sure it stayed that way.

[identity profile] coldhardfrosts.livejournal.com 2011-04-22 01:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"A judge? Oh, that's lovely," Hazel replied, brightening up. "Emma's a willful girl. She always has been, in her own way. She's so much like her father that way."

"I apologize for my husband being gruff, Miss Cabot. He loves her best of all, that's why he's so grumpy about all this. If you think a judge will help make things better, than that sounds perfect."

[identity profile] coldhardfrosts.livejournal.com 2011-04-22 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Anger and jealousy rose in Adrienne's face at Hazel's words, and Winston stepped in before his eldest made things ugly.

"I think we're done here, Hazel," Winston said gently, offering his hand to his wife. "We've made it clear to Miss Cabot that we intend to purse our legal rights, and she's made it clear that she objects. You're quite right, dearest, the judge will sort everything out."

He inclined his head towards Emma's lawyer, acknowledging the stalemate. For now. "Miss Cabot. Emma."