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Miranda laughed. "Well, I hope you don't mind sharing your pizza then." she commented with a grin. "I barely ate two bites."
The ramen soaked paper towels went in the garbage. Miranda started opening cabinets under the sink to find the cleaners. She was very grayeful that she sometimes hung out with the servants when stuck at home. She didn't know how this would have gone if they were both completely ignorant. She pulled out several, reading labels and intructions. She found on that should do the trick.
"It's hard to believe most people do this everyday while we just louge around and do nothing. Makes you wonder who's life is really fulfilling." she remarked.
Miranda sprayed and wiped again until she was sure the area was clean. The timer still said ten minutes. She was sure cleaning had taken longer. She hopped up and sat on the counter. "So, what can we do for ten minutes?"

Miranda stood and shrugged. "Well, I like music. I've even tried my hand at playing an intrument. Unfortuantely I'm untalented in music." she laughed. "Past that I guess I like parties. And just.... I guess you can say I'm a kind of tourist." she didn't quite explain. "As for the siblings I have one. An older brother. The pride and joy of the family." she said sarcasticly, rolling her eyes. "What about you?

"My family is from spain. Descentants of royalty." she said. Her tone implied that that didn't carry much weight to her. "I've been to college. But only for two years. I didn't know what I really wanted to do. Speading money on a college that wasn't doing anything for me seemed pointless. So I convienced my parents that I wanted to travel the world. They were pleased.... Until they figured out where I chose to "sight-see"."
The oven beep and she opened the oven peeking in. The pizza seemed done. Grabbing the nearest mitt she pulled it out. "So what about you. Did you do anything? Want to do anything?"

Miranda smiled. "That's something. You're active in the world at least. My parents expect me to reflect the family, by being a proper well rounded lady. But...." she paused, trying to think of how to put it. She cut the pizza with a slicer she found. "I kinda feel trapped in a box. I feel there's more I can do, you know?" she said. Miranda pulled off her slice and blew of off. "Help yourself."

Miranda smiled. "This is going to sound silly I bet. I don't know why it drove my parents crazy. Instead of going to see all the monuments and visit the fancy hotels I went and hung out with the lower class, I guess you could say. I wasn't stupid. I had someone with me. But I sometimes ended up at bars and riding with motorcyclists. Not the hardcore gangs, I'm not an idiot, but they really didn't look that nice. So a mix up is understandable. I like talking to all kinds of people so I ended up in some odd places. But some really good clubs too. It had it's good and bad sides. My parents only say the bad side though." She said sheepishly

Miranda nearly choked on her pizza. "Of course I'm not!" she protested, blushing. "Paparatzzi finally found out about me though." she chuckled. "I swear, my mother almost fainted." she chorkled.
Her interest was obviously peeked over the motorcycle. She did love to ride. "If only they would. I think they would think it a means of escape though." she said was a sigh. She started on another piece, getting a little sauce on her face.
"So how "bad" was the things you did?" she asked.

This time Miranda almost spit out her drink. S-s-s-sex tape? her mind reeled. This was the kind of man she was lumped with? What had her parents thought she was doing? So what if she like learning about all the people she could? And partied a little on the side? How did that mean she deserved him? To her they were as different as day and night. He was lady's man through and through. The kind Mirnada never got along with.
"I-I see." she said trying to look casual.