Cara was in a mood, to say the least. One that her parents always seemed to bring out in her and that the continued sympathy regarding Greer only served to intensify. Since she had been able to get away from them, Cara was downing flute after flute of champagne, her mood only growing more sour. When Eloise appeared at her side, the girl Cara wavered back and forth on depending on how she felt about being treated as essentially Greer's replacement, it just served as a reminder of her missing sister at the moment. She turned her head slightly, discerning eyes on Eloise for a few beats without speaking, Cara even sipping from her drink again. "If you're looking to get in with my parents, you'd have better luck finding my twin," she said, her tone purely petulant, even as she let a smile flash across her face.