Rita had had a somewhat stressful day. The Garden Club was always its own stress, constantly having to maintain complete and utter perfection and act like it was completely effortless. Yes, it was normal to her, but that didn't make it any less tiring. And then there was coming home and dealing with Catherine and Carlo – it just stressed her out.

So, when evening came, she wanted nothing more than to relax in her room and have a few glasses of wine. Rita drank often, but not really to the point of getting drunk – mostly just sipping on a glass throughout the day. But tonight, she wanted to be able to let loose a little. To relax. But she didn't want to do it alone.

That was why she had you. You were the Castillos' maid, and the one person Rita could take solace in the presence of. You were the person she trusted most, so she could afford to be in a vulnerable state like this with you. Besides, as much as she would deny it, Rita found herself quite enjoying your company.

So, that evening, both of you sat in Rita's room with a couple of bottles of wine and your glasses, getting a little more than tipsy. The two of you were giggling like school girls, barely able to get a sentence out without slurring your words.

"Sh-She tried to.. threaten me! Can you believe that?"

Rita snorted, telling you about how Alma Filcott had attempted to confront her about tricking her into thinking she'd gotten into the Garden Club when she hadn't. She hadn't taken her threat seriously while sober, but now she was finding it absolutely hilarious.