Despite how frequently she and Elena would butt heads, mostly due to their strong-willed nature and inability to back down from an argument or a simple disagreement, Heidi had to admit – though she never would – that her big sister had a way of dealing with her that was generally effective. There was no sense in trying to talk Heidi down when she was having one of her ‘moments’, words of wisdom only heightening her anguish in the moment, which is why she needed someone who would offer little spoken word. Lips pursing slightly, she sat herself down on the dining chair next to Len, eyes flickering down to her shopping bags. “I wasn’t about to give the Daily Pier that satisfaction of thinking they’d scared me away. I might have maxed out a credit card or two in the process – but it’s not like I can’t afford it.” Heidi made sure to clarify before tossing a bit of hair behind her shoulder. “Would you? Do you think I could win?” her eyes widened slightly at the prospect of taking that awful magazine for every stupid penny they were worth. “Paltrow is never old news. She’s seen controversial health figure while at the same time managing to still be America’s fucking Sweetheart after all these years. She’s gotten to make out with Robert Downey Jr. for christ’s sake.” She huffed, taking another long sip from the crystal. “I’m not worried,” Heidi snapped, tossing her sister a knowing look. “I’m just…irritated. All I was trying to do was scare the living crap out of the guy who’s been stringing Julie along. It’s so unfair.”
Light humming was given in acknowledgement of her sister’s continued words, taken a moment to weigh them all up before she said her piece. It had always been a delicate balance between the two of them - too similar in some ways and too different in the rest - but there was no denying things had gotten tougher in recent years. Something had shifted in her sister and while it hardly made her a stranger, it made Elena all the more careful in her choice of words. “As you shouldn’t. Clearly they have nothing better to do with their time then start rumours and we all know you’re better than being dragged down by their lies. Now you just have the wardrobe to doubly prove it.” With a sip of her drink to add a pause, the brunette continued easily when she’d never doubted her ability to do her job right ( the case with her father aside ). “I’d have to do some more research but I don’t see why not. Just say the word - you know how much I like to win.” For once she didn’t bite back at her sister, instead making a rare concession that the younger brunette might know better than her, even if she can’t resist a little disclaimer on the end of her words.“You’re far more aware of all these things but I thought Amy Adams was America’s new Sweetheart.” Brow raised at the mention of their brother and the newest situation he had found himself in. “Was it worth it? Did you manage to put some fear into him so he’ll do right by our brother?”
