Collins rolled her eyes slightly when she listened to Fiona fight back before snickering. She couldn't lie, Collins did love a chase. And a girl who would stand up for herself. Letting her eyes find the girl's body again, she carefully picked out her words. She'd been going after girls for so long, she knew exactly how to work them.
Collins was in and out of tabloids since she was sixteen, when her father decided she was suitable for the public. She grew up hidden from the world, not "pretty enough yet" to let the world know the famous celebrity plastic surgeon Alexander Collins had a daughter. A hideous daughter, as he'd made clear.
For years, Collins just swore her father hated her. But, she saw pictures of her mother and the more she grew up, the more she looked like her. It must have been tough for her father, having to walk around with what felt like his dead wife after she killed herself. Growing up without a mother and a father that taught her to resent men, she ended up seeing no sanity in being anything but a lesbian. She could trust women. Collins' nanny, Ella, was more of a parent than either of her real ones ever were.
Shaking her head to free herself of her thoughts, she focused on Fiona again and reached out to rest a hand on her shoulder as gently as she thought she needed to be. "Fiona, baby. I was simply complimenting you, don't get all upset. I didn't mean to make you angry, I just wanted to earn on of those beautiful smiles. All I was trying to do it tell you how gorgeous you look tonight. Really."