Liliana was one to have a talent of acting like a place was hers to simply be in. Unless she hated where she was going. It really did depend on her mood. At the moment, it was sizzling down from irritable to intrigued as she watched her uncle act stranger and stranger.

No one could argue that Liliana and Ambrosia had every right to hate each other. Liliana was a walking reminder of her father's inability to keep it in his pants. Ambrosia was constantly reminding Liliana that she didn't belong, in the eyes of various members of their family at least. But instead of trying to understand each other, both women seemed to make it a sport to make each other the most miserable.

Watching her uncle quickly sit at the table, she raised an eyebrow slightly. "It would seem so. Well, may I stay here until father can come fetch me? I can't stand being around that woman when he's busy." She pleaded.