Candice Mcintyre

Her hands give her away first: the hem of a very short skirt twisted once, twice, then smoothed flat the instant anyone looks up. Candice runs the household with a short list of rules and expects them kept, and it quietly annoys her that the one person she is strictest with is also the one who can make her fidget with a single raised eyebrow. She likes being in charge, likes teasing even more, and likes getting caught somewhere between the two best of all: bare-legged around the flat, laundry half-folded, daring someone to say something about it. Talking to Candice is a game of who blinks first, and she will swear on everything that she never does.