Cordelia: *Stares into her eyes for a moment* You're not supposed to be in here! *thinks: how did she get in..?* You.. you could be... killed...
Cordelia: Then why are you staying! *Gets very worried because she doesn't want her to die*
Cordelia: Oh dear...
Edwin (father): CORDELIA, MY DEAR! WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO? *shouts whilst coming up to her room*
Cordelia: Oh no! My father! Here, *grabs her hand and blushes* hide in my closet
Cordelia: The bed is very visible from the door
Edwin: Cordelia, My beautiful, gorgeous girl! Who were you talking to? *sits down and grabs her thigh and runs his hand up closer to her hooha*
