"Do you have any fives?."

Jordan glared hard at her younger sister with those famous Prentiss eyes from over the cards in her hand. "We're playing poker, dumbass. Not 'Go Fish'."

The thirteen year old paused before glancing down to the carpet. "Oh," she laughed, throwing one of the chips into the pot. "Ok, I raise."

Smirking at the youngest of the Prentiss clan, Emily flipped through her cards. "Raise."

Hearing a knock at the bedroom door, the girls knew there was no reason to turn around. Their mother would come barging in without being told to.

Elizabeth Prentiss used her mother's handkerchief to turn her eldest daughter's doorknob, her fingers too delicate to touch the shining bronze as she went to enter the room. "Girls, your father and I would like to know what you've been doing for the past hour. We have had George come up to get you numerous times."

"Why didn't you come to get us yourself?"

The mother of five ignored the fifteen year old's comment, lifting her head and holding it high, just as a dignitary would. "I'll ask you all again. What have you been up to?"

Adrianna reached into the center of the circle she and her sisters had formed and took their shared glass into her hand. Her eyes met her mother's as she took a sip. It was vodka instead of water. She knew it and her sisters knew it, and although she said nothing, their mother knew it too. "We're playing poker."

The ambassador did her greatest to hide her snarl. Poker, a devil's game. "Why?"

Camille's lips curled into a smile, sharing it with the rest of the girls before throwing another chip into the pot. "Because the boys couldn't make it to the orgy we had planned."

Elizabeth curled her hand tightly around the door before yanking the handkerchief from it and shoving it back into her blazer's inside pocket. "Be downstairs within the hour, your lunches are getting cold."

Once the coldness of their home had left the room, Emily leaned forward and took the cup from her sister. "She needs a life."

"She needs Jesus."

The fifteen year old laughed loudly at the youngest of the group holding her hands to her heart and pretending to pray.

"So Em, did Aaron ever call you?"

Emily sighed, taking another small sip of the expensive alcohol. "I think that was him last week when I heard George saying that we weren't allowed on the phone, so I wrote him that letter. But I haven't heard anything since."

"Nothing?" the eldest asked.

"No, but I'm not really worried about it. We don't have that much connection to any place outside the house so there's really no way I'd know if he'd contact me or not."

Hours into the night, the brunette girl was running her fingers through her freshly dried hair, smiling at the delicate waves that fell around her shoulders. The night had grown cold and after getting out of the shower, she had slipped on a bra and her favorite gray sweater instead of just a tank top.

Smack.

Emily frowned, turning on her vanity chair and looking to her bedroom window that faced out to the front of the house. She stood up and slowly made her way across the room, the hem of her sweater hitting the tops of thighs with each step across the carpeted ground.

Smack.

She undid the latch and pushed the window open, leaning over the windowsill just slightly to glance out past the yard. "Aaron?" she whispered, her fingers gripping the pristine wood.

Aaron's head popped up at the voice, his innocent look fading as he smiled.

"What are you doing?" the fifteen year old laughed, her hair falling before her eyes.

"I keep calling but no one other than your butler ever answers." Dropping the rest of the pebbles to the ground, he grinned. "Think you can get down here?"

Emily's teeth raked across her bottom lip, smiling gently to the older boy. "Give me a second," she giggled, closing her window back up and slipping on a pair of jeans before running out of her room. Quickly skidding to a stop before Adrianna's bedroom door, she knocked hard before charging in. "I need shoes."

"What?" The seventeen year old pulled her headphones away from her ears and sat up in her bed. "What for?"

"Heels, I need heels!"

Adrianna huffed before standing from her bed and helping her sister through the pile of shoes at the bottom of her closet. "What the hell is going on?"

"Aaron came to get me and I don't have good shoes. I need shoes."

Grinning at the panicked look on her little sister's face, Adrianna quickly searched through her heels. "You gonna get it in tonight?"

"Just help me with the shoes," Emily glared.