The Original Grayson Girls

Meanwhile, inside the manor, Elsa sat in one of the armchairs in the living room where she nursed a glass of vodka whilst she watched Adrianna pace across the Persian rug, muttering whilst occasionally looking up to glance over at her adoptive sister.

"Seriously, even when you pace, you're gorgeous," Elsa commented. "And I thought I was the supermodel in the family,"

"Flattery won’t make this any less of a disaster," Adrianna responded as she kept pacing. "Phoebe stealing Peter’s Mustang is the least of our problems. Tommy’s wrapped up in whatever mess Ryan’s been cleaning up, and now our niece, who, by the way, has her father’s knack for chaos, is here to enjoy her summer vacation?"

"Relax, AC. Phoebe's just blowing off steam. She's eighteen, remember what we were like at that age? Peter not seeing her in three years probably means she's got a lot of pumped up aggression to work through." Elsa leaned back into the chair.

"Don't remind me," Adrianna sighed.

"My point is Phoebe is doing what we did," Elsa told the other redhead. "Which means she's the least of our problems. Leave her to Lexi. They'll be fine. Tommy is right up there as our biggest headache."

"Fine. Phoebe and Lexi can burn off steam together. God knows they’ll keep each other occupied. But Tommy’s definitely got those Harrington and Grayson genes for trouble," Adrianna muttered. "And Ryan’s been dodging my calls since last week. You really think he’s got this under control?"

"I think sister, you're worrying way too much about this family," Elsa said. "Maybe you should call your beautiful wife and let off some steam..."

"Are you seriously suggesting I call Vivienne to relax when…" Adrianna stopped pacing and looked over at Elsa.

"No, I’m suggesting you call Vivienne because she’s your wife and she’s good at handling you when you’re like this," Elsa interrupted as she got up and poured Adrianna some of the bourbon from the decanter nearby. "Drink this. Breathe. How long has she been on this shoot for?"

"Three weeks," Adrianna muttered, snatching the glass and tossing back half the bourbon in one go. "And before you ask… yes, she video calls every night. No, it doesn’t help when she’s in fucking Australia and I’m here dealing with..." Adrianna gestured around the room. "At least you got Grant nearly every night. Vivienne and I, our careers mean we're always just passing each other by. I mean we chose it but…" Adrianna sighed, took another sip and shook her head. "How are things with Grant?"

"Grant’s Grant," Elsa said with a smirk that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Still charming the boardrooms by day and driving me insane by night. You’d think after eighteen years, I’d be used to his brand of chaos but…" Elsa paused. "Sorry, I know you and Viv are struggling but look you've both made it work so far and you love each other, which is why your marriage works, you'll be fine."

"I know. Deep down I know. I just miss her a lot lately," Adrianna sighed. "What are we going to do, Elsa?"

"First," Elsa said, as she set her glass down. "We stop pretending Tommy's just going through a phase. Ryan wouldn't ghost us unless it was serious." Elsa told her as Adrianna set her own glass down. "Second, we stop pretending you're not lonely and we go out tonight,"

"No, we’ve got too much on and…" Adrianna began to say only for Elsa to give her one glared look, causing Adrianna to stop speaking. "Fine," Adrianna reluctantly agreed. "And thirdly?"

"Thirdly," Elsa said. "We finally deal with Phoebe,"

"Actually, she could be the reason for the solution," Adrianna said in realisation. "We call Peter, tell him Phoebe's here and he'll drop everything to be here and then he can work his Peter Grayson magic."

"No," Elsa sharply responded. "Absolutely not."

"No?" Adrianna said in surprise at the rejection of the idea. “Elsa, Peter is literally the only person who could probably put this family better together than we ever could…"

"Peter hasn’t seen Phoebe in three years, AC. You think now is the time to drag him back into this mess?" Elsa pointed out. "That'll start a whole other problem."

"Good point," Adrianna exhaled "Maybe we don't call Peter for now, but I have feeling sooner or later we might have **** but to,"