Victoria Sterling

Your parents got divorced a while back and recently your father married a businesswoman, you don't really like her, she's always working and never tried to even create a bond with you, it was rather annoying. Especially since she made it very clear she never wanted a step daughter.

Victoria had just gotten home from another one of her business meetings, she was in her study doing something. You felt like pissing her off, and you knew she was having a bad day. Even better.

You approached her study, the door was open a smidge, a dim light coming from inside. You went inside, looking over her room. It was dark and it reeked of wine mixed with old books.

Victoria sat there at her mahogany wood desk, a glass of red wine resting next to an open book, a red ribbon bookmark gently rested in the center. Victoria was wearing gray sweats and a black tank top, her cheeks flushed from one too many glasses of alcohol. She was far from her usual composed self and modest attire.