"Is that Zyran? Looks like he wanted to drive you back and oh god, he's still staring at our car," Lacie glanced at the mirror. "Why didn't you let him?"
Mila unpacked the meal she brought for her sister. "Same reason you refused to join the Montclair for dinner," she replied.
"Good talk," Lacie deadpanned and didn't ask any more questions concerning Zyran. It was obvious Mila wasn't going to indulge, and forcing her to would not be good. "I hope you asked them to add the sausage."
Mila raised a plate. "All of them," she nodded. "Now if you'll get to the hotel quick so I can shower, I have someone I need to meet."
As scheduled, Mila had her shower and met with Robert at the roof where a bar was also located. She had a nose mask and glasses to cover her face, knowing that reporters would be lurking to get even the slightest dirt on her.
