Since Vi was away with Tay, recovering and healing from their very trying and traumatic ordeal way too recently, Ophelia thought this was the perfect time to have a very serious conversation with their father. She was having that twin sense, she and Vi often had that Viola was going to be doing something very dramatic soon. And with the talk of wedding and Ophelia continuously cautioning her that their father was more of a problem than she wanted to see, she was almost sure Vi would just throw caution to the wind and elope with Tay. After all, once they were married what would anyone be able to do?
What would their father do indeed....Ophelia decided she didn't want to wait to find out. It was true this was a risk, confronting Vance. Ophelia wasn't sure what he would say or do, but it was a calculated risk. And there was literally nothing that Ophelia wouldn't do to protect her sister. And Vi losing the baby in that 'accident' had done a number on her.
The twins were very much clearly either their mother or father's daughter. Ophelia knew she was much more like her father than she was like her mother, whom Vi was so much like, ruled more by her emotions. Their father also had always taken a more keen interest in Ophelia and her more psychic powers, more like his own, her darker more solitary nature. She hoped to play on that, to use that to her advantage.
Ophelia raised a hand to knock on her father's office door, clearly ignoring the posted office hours signs. She barely waited for the the monotone, but clearly annoyed direction to enter, as she opened the door, during his single word. She let the door swing close loudly behind, not exactly a slam, but not at all quiet. Her father's blue eyes, so like her and Vi's swept up to barely glance at her and she ignored the pang of trepidation and fear, keeping it locked away under her resting bitch face as she walked across the wooden floor, her expensive heels echoing in the small space.
She did not wait for any other acknowledgement, merely sitting in one of the chairs across from him, long legs easily crossed in the high slit and waited for him to finish what he was doing, expectantly. When he looked up again. Ophelia steeled herself and spoke, voice clear and even.
"We need to a have a conversation about Viola and Tay and your...influence on her relationship." Blue eyes held his, clearly not backing down.