Nobody Gets Left Behind

[Evelyn Conner]

Thread set after the events of this thread.
Location: The Conner Residence

Sighing, Evelyn glanced at the man sitting across from her before shaking her head. "As you might be aware of already," she began as she placed her cup of tea down on the table. "My brother has recently come back from his trip to Los Angeles where he spent the weekend with his ex-girlfriend, a certain, Erika Bellefonte." She was aware that Alistair already knew of the girl, and her past relationship with Evelyn's brother. She didn't at all doubt that Alistair shared her dislike of the entire situation, but that was besides the point; this wasn't about them or their opinions. This was about Drew's happiness.

"They have decided to get back together," she added with a roll to her eyes. "As you can imagine, that is tabloid fodder waiting to happen. So." She paused as she leaned forward, her hands folding together on the table. It was obvious that Eve planned to completely leave her personal feelings on the matter out of the conversation. "There's a certain... Issue that needs to be dealt with. Erika is married. If that comes out, that my brother has had an affair with a married woman, it won't look good. Not for him, not for me, and certainly not our parents."

"This needs to be dealt with. Quickly and without anyone knowing - especially not my brother." Eve knew she could rely on the man sitting across of her. He was nothing if not discreet. After all, you kind of needed to be when working with and around the twins. They expected nothing but the best, and anything that wasn't, weren't acceptable at all. She trusted Alistair with her life, which was more than she could say for a lot of people. Her trust wasn't easily placed. "We might not be able to get rid of the gossip, but we can certainly get rid of the proof." She gestured her hand in the air, as if to emphasis her words. 

Evelyn wondered at what point she had become the silent force in her family that had taken up the role of protecting everyone and making sure that everything, even the choices her brother made, ran as smoothly as they possibly could. Ah well, she supposed it didn't matter. There was nothing she wouldn't do for him, even if that meant comprising herself and her personal beliefs.

Tag: Alistair Holmes

[Alistair Holmes]

Alistair naturally surveyed and made calculated judgements on those he interacted with. It was imbedded in him from his training, a method used to further understand the potential motivations of another person. Yet, with the female opposite him and her brother, Alistair simply... didn't. If there were two people in this world bar his family then the bodyguard simply trusted with everything he had, it was the Conner twins. He was perfectly at ease in their presence, finding the twins a comfort since he found little time to visit his own family. His respect and feelings towards the pair were in the same vein as though they were related; Beyond that of a normal employee and employer relationship. They had been there through a large portion of his life, and their Father had been nothing but a kind provider to his own Mother and sisters; Alistair Holmes owed the Conner family a lot, and protecting the twins was, in his eyes, the least he could do after everything they had done.

He sat calmly, clad in his usual well cut suit, his arms folded across his chest as he listened intently to Evelyn. She went straight to buisness, bringing up a topic of current gossip that concerned her brother; Erika Bellefonte. Alistair gave a slight quirk of a brow accomplied by a small sigh, knowing full well that Evelyn shared his opinon on the girl. Alistair didn't have an issue with the female overall, but more he had an issue with her being with Drew. It was more her track record that made him apprensive... Alistair knew about her habit of picking up men only to drop them for someone else, leaving a trail of broken hearts in her wake. He feared her pulling the same thing again on Drew, especially as he suspected all it would take was to have another man she fancied showing an interest.
But this wasn't about his personal feelings towards Erika Bellefonte, and he knew Evelyn was on the same wavelength; Drew's happiness came first, and if it did happen to go south in the long run, he was going to be there to support him in what way he could.

He listened as Evelyn continued, implying her desire for Erika's marriage certificate to simply disappear; If it was left as it was, the press would be all over it like rats, flaunting the affair in bold typefaces over a number of gossip magazines. The last thing the company needed was bad press, and such articles would imply that one of the young heirs was nothing more then a playboy... He'd lose a lot of respect. It was going to be the most beneficial for all of them if the legal documents simply... Vanished. Alistair suspected Erika would quite like that outcome as well, so it really was fitting for everyone involved.

"... It should be quite simple, Miss.Evelyn," He responded with a reassuring smile. "Erika Bellefonte's done quite well so far keeping the marriage on the down low, so having them... Disappear quietly into the abyss of lost legal documents should be pretty easy." Thankfully, the Bellefonte did seem to be trying to keep the marriage out of the public eye, although there was only a matter of time before the press got wind of it. He needed to act quickly. "Do you know where the documents are currently archived? I can find out if you're uncertain... I have a contact within the legal system who could find out in one phone call," He continued, eager to put the request into action as quickly as possible.

[Evelyn Conner]

"Yes," Evelyn replied with a court nod. That at the very least was a good thing. Had it been a huge wedding, it would have attracted a lot more attention. But from what Evelyn's contacts had told her, the couple had eloped. Thankfully, that was one thing Evelyn could be happy about when it came to the union. Leaning to her side, Evelyn pulled out a folder and slid it across the table towards Alistair. "They eloped to Italy. The priest was none other than Mr. King's cousin, Asa King." She flipped her hair over her shoulder as she leaned back against the chair. "He's a prostitute, but from what I've gathered, Miss. Bellefonte does not know who the man is. This of course, makes the whole process much simpler for us."

"As for the documents; they should still be in Italy. From what I've gathered, it should be simple to simply stop the document from moving anywhere. I don't know if Mr. Asa King is even a legal priest, but I suppose we could work that in our favor. Make it seem as if it was nothing more than a misunderstanding. That, or that the documents didn't get validated." As long as the document ceased to exist, Eve wouldn't worry too much about the details.

"I've already booked you a flight to Italy," she announced as she pulled out a small envelope from her purse. Sliding that across the table as well, Evelyn pursed her lips. "The whole affair is messy, and although the chances are high of it not even being a legal marriage, I would like to be certain and get all and every ounce of evidence destroyed." This was the kind of thing that could possibly come back to bite them in the ass, and that was the least thing Evelyn wanted. Leaning to the side, Eve reached for a decanter and two glasses. Pouring the bourbon into the glasses, she handed one of them over to the man. "I will then plant a seed for Miss. Bellefonte's lawyer to check up on the documents, and once he does, he will find one very important document lacking from the registry, and voila; Miss Bellefonte will then get a phone call announcing that she isn't and was never married."

It was a bullet proof plan. Knowing her brother, he would get suspicious, but Eve would never admit to having a hand in it, and she knew Alistair wouldn't tell. Lifting the glass to her lips, Evelyn took a sip of the brown liquid. "I cannot stress this enough, Alistair; This is between the two of us."

[Alistair Holmes]

Alistair had expected nothing less of Evelyn Conner. She had already performed the necessary ground work, saving the bodyguard significant time; She had always been resourceful, one of her many traits that he admired. Leaning across the table Alistair picked up the folder, leaning back in his chair as he folded one leg over the other, opening the file to a number of various documents. They were detailed in specifying the exact location of the marriage, what documents had been filled out, and where exactly they'd been archived. He raised a brow, tilting his head slightly to one side as he smiled; This was pretty much all he needed, a plan of action already forming in the bodyguard's head. This was going to be significantly easier then he'd first expected.

He cast Evelyn a glance as she added further detail on the priest, her words only further emphasising to the bodyguard how easy this was going to be; A prostitute? That would be enough to cast questionable doubt on his character, and that would be suffisant if he worked it well to get hold of the marriage records. Once he'd gotten hold of them, he just needed to push for the priest's licence at the time to be questioned on the grounds that he was incapable of performing a genuine ceremony due to his questionable character... Or, better yet, that the documents would be invalid, if the priest wasn't officially registered in the first place to perform marriages in Italy. Ether way, hed get them proven to be invalid one way or another, get hold of the written documents that bore their signatures, destroy them, and get every electronic version destroyed.
"As always, you've thought of everything Miss.Evelyn," Alistair smiled, before snapping his gaze to the envelope. He plucked it from the table, giving a small whistle as he opened it to see the tickets. "First class? You really know how ta hand out the career perks." He chuckled a little. "Give me five days. Five days and Erika Bellefonte's marriage will be nothin' more then gossip."

He then ticked the ticket envelope into the folder, placing it down on the table as he took the glass she offered him with a polite nod, taking a sip of the liquid; The highest quality, as always. That pretty much described Evelyn Conner perfectly. He then paused a moment, before giving her a reassuring smile. "I expected nothing less, Miss.Evelyn. When I'm done, the only ones who will have ever known the marriage was once considered legitimate will be you and I. You have my word." Alistar's word was absolute, especially when it came to the Conners. They demanded nothing less then perfection, and so did he.

[Evelyn Conner]

Offering the man a court nod, Evelyn's lips pursed. "Please, Alistair. We're far too familiar for you to still call me Miss," she drawled. But yes; of course Evelyn had thought of everything. That was exactly what Evelyn did, and exactly why she was in charge of the numbers around here. Nodding at his words then, Evelyn offered the man something of a smile. "What did you expect? We travel with style." Even as an employee, Alistair deserved respect, and it wasn't like Evelyn couldn't afford it. Besides, she trusted Alistair; why else would she have asked him to do this, as opposed to doing it herself? "Take as much time as you need." As long as it got done, Evelyn was willing to give the man as much time as he needed.

"Good," she replied. She had no reason not to trust him. He had proved time and time again that he was to be trusted. Evelyn had no reason not to, after all. He had been there for the twins for quite some time now, and besides Drew, Alistair was one of the few people Evelyn trusted and considered herself close with.

Now, with this out of the way, Evelyn could rest assured that her brother would encounter no more problems on the whole "Erika being married"-front. Thank heavens. She would have asked the man to keep an eye out for the young Bellefonte girl, but she figured he already would. After all, she wasn't the only one here who cared about her brother in this room.

Lifting the glass to her lips again, Evelyn took another sip of the drink. "One less problem to deal with then," she said, more so to herself, offering the man another court nod.

[Alistair Holmes]

Alistair couldn't help but smile at her correction. Each time the more formal manner he addressed her in slipped past his lips, Evelyn attempted to get him to drop the formality. He couldn't help it; His mother had installed the correct way to treat people, especially the female of the species, correctly, and it was something he valiantly upheld. He also simply found it be a force of habit, especially when it came to Evelyn Conner.

"Ya may find yourself correcting me again sometime soon," He smiled in response, taking another sip of his drink. "Force of habit and all that." He then chuckled a little at her comment regarding style; That, was another perfect word to describe Evelyn Conner. She ebbed a kind of glamour Alistair had always felt came from the women of old Hollywood, a sense of style and grace that few modern day females embodied. "You can say that again. Do I put all my hotel bills on the Conner tab too?"
It flattered him beyond anything he could describe that two of the people he respected more then anyone else thought of him so highly; Evelyn trusted him, he knew, and in return he would lay down his life for her. It may come within the job description of a bodyguard, but it meant it perhaps even beyond the restraints of his career... He'd do so not because she was one of his employers, but because he honestly cared for her. He found himself musing on this a moment before taking another sip of his drink.

"As I said, consider it done. Last thing Drew needs is a marriage certificate causin' a media frenzy. Anythin' else you want me to take care of while I'm out there?" He smiled. "I'll bring you back a keepsake."

[Evelyn Conner]

"I'm sure," she drawled in reply. It had become a habit. Not only that he called her "miss", but also that she told him not to. She supposed it wasn't too bad. At the very least Alistair was polite. But it felt a touch too formal for someone who had known her for so long, which alone was quite the alien feeling. It wasn't often Evelyn asked someone to be less formal with her. When it came to anyone else save for her brother, Alistair and her family, she almost expected them to be overly formal.

His next question had Evelyn nodding. "Of course." Although, using their last name might raise some suspicions... "On second thought..." She added as she reached her glass up to her lips once more. "Cash is probably the smarter way to go. I'll make sure to get it all ready before your departure." That along with a fat paycheck, but she hardly had to tell Alistair that. He already knew that Evelyn paid her dept, even when it wasn't needed.

"Mhm," she nodded in agreement. Yes, that was the last thing Drew, or any of them needed. Her brother was foolish when it came to the matter of the heart. Sometimes Evelyn wondered if she was the only one left with a objective mindset. Then again, the brunette had never actually experienced being in love, so she couldn't judge. Though, she doubted that the kind of love her brother felt for the Bellefonte girl was something people often experienced. It seemed like so much more than just simple love. It seemed almost consuming. That, was what worried Eve so much. The control Erika had over her brother. She was sure there was very little Drew wouldn't do for his beloved.

However, Evelyn's train of thoughts were cut short as Alistair spoke again. Evelyn's brows furrowed slightly. "No, I think that should about cover it." Her head tilted slightly at the next part. "Treat yourself to something nice. Maybe a day at the spa. Get your nails done." She smirked at the simple image of the rough man sitting in front of her getting a manicure.

[Alistair Holmes]

Alistair gave a small shrug accompanied with a warm smile at her drawling reply; It was a game they'd likely end up playing again. Even though he'd known Evelyn Conner for most of his life, she still seemed as though she lived in a different world to him... A word where first class plane tickets meant nothing. Alistair may have lived a more privileged lifestyle then most, but it was nothing in comparison to his employers.
Alistair took a moment to look down into the liquid, swirling it in his glass as Evelyn voiced her concern regarding him using their name. He hadn't intended to, rather he would have the bill pinned to a secondary account he could set up and then close once the trip was over, but her suggestion of using cash did prevent a paper trail. He knew as well that she'd be giving him a lot more money then his mere expenses, although personally, it wasn't required; It was his duty to help protect the reputation of the company, and if this was how far he needed to go to do so, then he was willing to do what it took; He didn't need any extra payments beyond his usual monthly paycheck, but he knew voicing his thoughts to Evelyn would do little to change her stance on the matter. She always paid what she felt the person was owed, regardless of their personal opinion.

He nodded in agreement, finishing off his drink with another long sip before placing his glass back down on the table, turning it to perfectly position it in line with the drink coaster. "You always think of everything, Evelyn. A perfectionist," He smiled. "A girl after my own heart." He chuckled a little, before quickly averting his gaze a moment at his last comment, he caught her eyes, an momentarily felt some small flicker of embarrassment. Perhaps because affairs of the heart was something he didn't discuss... Because there was nothing to tell. He remained silent as she gave a hum of agreement to his comment regarding her twin.
Drew had always been the one who was ruled by his heart, a man who was as passionate in his love life as he was about his business. Sadly, on occasion his affairs of the heart did overrule the logic of his intelligent mind, and this was what Alistair was concerned with. Erika Bellefonte, along with her track record for breaking hearts, had almost an ethereal all encompassing power over Drew. Perhaps this was what it meant to be truly in love, something Alistair had yet to experience... His work had consumed his life up to this moment, and for the foreseeable future. Who had time for giving in to their heart when he had two people to protect? A relationship would only get in the way. What mattered to him right now was his family, Drew and Evelyn... They were all he needed. 

Alistair smirked at her response. "Day at the spa? Believe me, I think removin' the tension from my shoulders from working with you and Drew is somethin' beyond even the most talented spa therapist," He joked, referring to how much he worried about the pair, folding his arms across his chest. "But maybe I'll give it a go for you. Get myself a facial." He chuckled again. "Let's go together, eh? Make a day of it."

[Evelyn Conner]

Smirking, Evelyn's head tilted; ah yes. A perfectionist. Her parents could be blamed for that. Evelyn has a taste for details and enjoyed making sure that everything she did, down to the very last detail was as good as it possibly could be. That also included making sure that everything was thought of and planned. It made visualizing everything so much easier when you had the whole thing planned out in front of you. That didn't mean she never made mistakes, but she prided herself in her ability to think ahead. His next comment had the brunette's brow quirking. Especially at the short flush of embarrassment that seemed to embody his facial expression for only a brief second or two.

"Now, now, Alistair. Don't get soft on me," she drawled. She wasn't going to read more into it than what was intended, and Eve decided to simply leave it at that.

"On second thought, maybe I'll change your first class ticket to lower class. You can eat your own words while sitting in the midst of a heap of crying children and smelly old people." She tossed him a quick glance, the humor not at all being lost on the brown eyed brunette. "Let's see how eager you are to crack jokes on my expense after that." Of course she wasn't offended. She wasn't stupid, nor insecure enough to take anything coming from the man at heart. At least, not something that was obviously meant as a joke.

Lifting the glass to her lips, Evelyn paused. "Does it look like this face needs a facial? Please, Alistair. If you're going to make a joke, at least make it sound realistic." Offering the man a smirk, Evelyn took another sip of the bourbon; she much preferred white wine, but the situation had called for something stronger, and her brother loved his bourbon, and she had a feeling Alistair wasn't exactly the white wine type.

[Alistair Holmes]

Perfectionist. Another word that described Evelyn Conner perfectly. Alistair prided himself on a similar method in is life, especially that of his work. Everything was thought out, planned, calculated for the best outcome. Evelyn did the same... Perhaps to an even greater degree. She'd had the pressure of her parents' aspirations placed on her from the moment of her birth, pushing her to become the sheer ultimate of her potential. While she'd most certainly excelled in that aspect of her life, she had little else... No social life bar what was needed of her in terms of the business and her family, no outside activities. It was a touch saddening... Perhaps that was something Alistair could attempt to change at a later date, once his current Italy based duties were dealt with.

The bodyguard found himself chuckling again at the female twin's next comment. "Me, soft? Evelyn, I'm practically a teddy bear," He smirked. He may not get himself into a heated situation unless it was necessary, but Alistair Holmes was far from a shy wallflower when it came to physical confrontation. He'd showcased his skillset to the Conners on more then one occasion in his training sessions, so Evelyn knew the extent of his abilities. "You know, unless provoked." He chuckled again, bu his upbeat tone was short lived as the female turned the tables, playfully threatening him with a lower class of plan ticket. He quickly held up his hands defensively. "Hey, no need for extreme measures! Ya know I wouldn't change what I do for the world... And travelling first class helps," He repled, before smirking at her next remark, holding up his hand sideways and leaning it quickly from one side to the next, implying an indecisive nature about her comment, before falling into another light hearted chuckle; He always found her banter amusing. "Hey, you sayin' I do need a trip to the spa? What's wrong with my face, eh?" He grinned. "I'll have you know I'm a highly desired man. ... Bodyguard, spends pretty much all his time with his charges, scarred from training, workaholic... I'm a real catch."
Alistair had no qualms with discussing his scars, which lay both over his chest and his arms primarily; Reminders of his training sessions both from his time at the Academy and his further hand to hand combat training following graduation.

[Evelyn Conner]

A snort and a roll of her eyes followed after Alistair's comment about being a teddy bear. That was the very last thing she could view the man as. Of course, Evelyn's view of him was biased, considering everything she knew and had probably asked him to do over the years, but a teddy bear? Please. No, he didn't strike her as the cuddly type. Maybe because she had never seen him get personal or intimate with anyone over the course of the years. "Ah yes, even teddy bears get mad sometimes," she drawled.

"That's what I thought," she replied as his hands came up. No, Evelyn's threats meant very little in this case. It was amusing to watch him joke around though. It wasn't often that Eve got to see such a side of him, as most of their encounters were purely business related. It was probably a good thing that Eve didn't really mind the sudden change of pace then. "Yes," she nodded and tossed a glance towards the window. "I can see all the women lining up." She turned her gaze back towards the man and quirked her eyebrow. "There's hundreds of them."

Though, even Eve had to admit that Alistair did have that boyish, ruggish charm so many people seemed to like. Of course, her opinion mattered very little in the terms of this, because since she cared about him, she was biased, but she could certainly see why someone would be attracted to him. Though, likewise, she couldn't disagree that it was a good thing Alistair wasn't distracted. It was a good thing he was as professional as he was and barely had any sorts of personal life. She could relate to that, but she had to admit that she also felt a little bit bad for him.

Ah well. It was his own choice.

[Alistair Holmes]

Alistair honestly found moments like this of a great comfort. He felt perfectly at ease, and Evelyn's banter was as captivating as it always was. There were few who could sustain his attention in such a subject, but his female employer was well versed. She joined in with his teddy bear comment, bringing a smile to the man's lips; He highly doubted anyone saw him in that light, especially due to usual professional and steely attitude. Evelyn was one of the few who saw him for who he was, and while that wasn't exactly the "teddy bear" type, it was still different then his usual demeanour while formally working.
The comments and playful banter continued, the female taking his jokes and furthering them, making him chuckle again even if it was at his own expense. He didn't really mind too much however... He enjoyed his work, it was the central driving force in his life, and he would do as much as he could to avoid compromising that; That included relationships. He'd seen the passion his Father and brother had both held for their duties, something which he sought to keep close to his heart... The work came first. His protection of the twins came first. Above all else, above himself.

"What can I say?" He grinned, shrugging. "It's the suit. Girls love a guy in a well cut suit." He mimed brushing dust off of his shoulder. Suits were what he practically lived in... He had a number of them. They gave off the image he wanted to portray, elegant and professional. All tailer made, of course. If there was one thing Alistair spent significant money on, it was his tailoring. He then leaned over, taking hold of his empty glass with a grin. "Any chance of one more before I go to pack my bags? Italy's callin' me." He then paused a moment, tilting his head slightly to one side. "What exactly are ya ganna tell Drew if he asks where I've gone?"

[Evelyn Conner]

"I can't disagree." After all, fashion and style was something that had been forced upon the girl from an early age. Clothes made a very clear impression. You wouldn't be taken seriously in the business world if you came to a meeting wearing sweats and a hoodie. No, Evelyn was nothing if not a fashionable creature at heart. Elegant dresses, blouses and pants; nothing was good enough if not perfect down to the smallest detail. Even if she planned on spending the entire day at home, she would still dress as if she was about to go to an incredibly important business meeting. And that of course meant that everything else had to be perfect, such as her hair and makeup. Not that Eve wore a lot of makeup to begin with, but still.

Nodding, Evelyn reached for the decanter. Pushing herself up from the chair, the brunette moved across the floor to fill his glass. "I'll just tell him I sent you off to Italy to buy the new Victoria's Secret lingerie line," she said, her voice calm as she tossed the man a playful eyebrow quirk. "Shipping takes too long, you see, and I quite enjoy my quality lingerie." Once his glass was filled, the brunette turned and moved back towards her seat. With that, she filled her own glass and put the decanter back where it had been. Lifting her glass to her lips, she took a sip off of her drink before placing the glass on the table.

She hadn't given it much thought. But she figured that would be as good an excuse as any. Besides, she honestly doubted Drew would have any interest in digging around in his sister's underwear business. Now that would be an entirely different low. She could agree with her brother being quite protective and nosy, but that was something she knew he had no interest in knowing.

[Alistair Holmes]

Clothing was one of their similar tastes. Both Alistair and the female opposite him strived for perfection in every aspect of their lives, and of course you had to dress the part. Alistair had always admired Evelyn Conner's sense of style, another trait of hers which gave him the impression of her being similar to that of a golden age Hollywood actress. Class was lacking in many women of the current times, but Alistair's charge radiated elegance and sophistication.

Alistair gave a polite nod of his head when the female picked up the glass decanter and poured him another glass, taking hold of it and bring it to his lips with the intent on taking in some of the golden liquid; Evelyn's comment however caught him off guard, causing him to splutter a little, quickly covering his mouth with the back of his hand as he coughed. Thankfully it hid the embarrassment that entered his expression; To a degree, it was flattering that Evelyn was so comfortable with him that she'd openly discuss her... Underwear, but on the other hand it had sent a small flare of heat to his cheeks.
He supposed it was the fact most bodyguards wouldn't exactly extend their responsibilities to such a task... And most would think it inappropriate. Alistair however chuckled once the coughing settled, his mind quickly putting together a quick response in order to cover his odd moment of embarrassment.

"Drew'll love that. Although granted I'm likely the only guy who you could say was doing that and he wouldn't arrange for a gun against my head," He grinned, shaking his head slightly as he took a sip of his fresh glass before speaking again. "He wouldn't question it at least if you're plannin' on rollin' with that. Last thing any guy wants to know is the contents of his sister's underwear drawer."
Spoken like the older brother he was. He was quite protective of his own sisters, Olivia and Gigi, so he understood Drew's standpoint; Evelyn would always be his sister, no matter how muh they developed as people or how far they fell from each other. Although he highly doubted that would ever occur... The pair were perhaps some of the closest knit siblings he'd known. They still treated each other at an almost formal distance, but Alistair knew them both well enough to know the love they held for one another beyond the formalities.

[Evelyn Conner]

Evelyn's eyebrow quirked in amusement as the man sitting before her sputtered at the words of an eighteen year old girl. Granted, it wasn't just any eighteen year old girl, but it was amusing nonetheless. Clearly, female company wasn't one the man was used to. Then again, considering how he worked night and day around the twins, that wasn't all that odd to begin with. She figured the two of them had that much in common. Once, before Erika had stepped into her brother's life, he had been just as emotionless and disinterested in company, but of course, that had changed rapidly after he'd met Erika.

"I can't disagree," Evelyn replied with a smirk; No, her brother was known for being quite protective. Just like she would have been had the roles been reversed. In fact, she had proved to be quite protective herself. The only difference was that Evelyn was a lot less violent and vocal about it. If today could prove anything, it was just how far Evelyn was willing to go in order to protect her brother and everything he held dear. "Exactly my point." Although, Evelyn honestly doubted she had to explain anything. Her brother was protective yes, but he didn't meddle, nor did he stick his nose into her private affairs as long as he knew it wasn't needed. And Evelyn sending Alistair to Italy was hardly something she could see raise any concern.

"In all honesty, my brother is the least of our concerns." Besides, Drew would find out sooner or later where Erika had gotten married the first time, and thinking back to this, where Evelyn had sent Alistair to Italy, he would likely connect the dots. Of course, Evelyn wouldn't tell him, but he would be suspicious. That much she already knew.