Chapter 100: Rusted Tin Can
Amelia’s eyebrow twitched violently, as though she had strained the muscles in her face. Beside her, Matteo looked similarly pleased with this turn of events.
That was to say, not at all.
"It seems like the plane ride will be overly crowded. All of you can fly ahead, Amelia and I will take the next flight," Matteo said without batting an eye as he wrapped an arm around Amelia’s waist, ready to drag her away to the tarmac if necessary.
Forget flying by private jet, Matteo would pick flying with a budget airline with no food, no legroom, and a legion of crying, pooping infants if it meant not sharing a flight with Emmeline and his stepmom.
But before his escape plan could come into play, Horace Hawthorne arrived on the scene, his face an expression of beaming delight as he saw everyone already waiting.
"Good good, we can all get on the flight now," Horace said heartily.
"Grandpa, aren’t we supposed to fly separately?" Amelia asked, desperately hoping for her grandfather to be the voice of reason. "I’m not sure if there’s enough room for all of us on the plane."
After all, the collective egos of Catherine, Annalise, and Emmeline could cause any plane to sink into the ocean. Amelia would gladly fling herself out of the plane if it meant she could escape.
Annalise caught Emmeline’s eyes, and together, they let out a chorus of mocking laughter. Annalise pretended to wipe away a tear from her eyes.