It's barely gone noon, but Amelie orders a wine. She feels like she's going to need it.

"Clint Harken has been tailing us, the press have been tailing us, and you thought running away like mother would help them back off?" She shakes her head and takes a deep sip as soon as her drink arrives. She's doing her best to stay calm. She loves her sister and she despises fighting with her, but she can't stop the anger that's curled inside her. "Alodia is ropeable."