Serafina was desperate to be incognito as she slipped through the Wynn in search of some sort of entertainment. She was starting to miss Andrew, miss home, and most importantly, she missed the ocean. Water was everywhere in Monaco, and the best Las Vegas had to offer was endless seas of chlorinated water, and the idea of being paparazzi bait yet again today wasn't that appealing to her.
Instead, she grabbed her ereader and wandered down to find some lunch. Her parents would be appalled at her choices in cuisine, but she had developed a taste for fast food, though she was careful not to indulge too often. She hoped that she would go mostly unnoticed. After all, who would expect a princess to be sitting down with a fast food salad and soda? Princesses were supposed to eat high cuisine and dine at chef's tables. It reminded her of London, and her favorite kebab shop, where she was never harassed. That, of course, made her thoughts turn to Andrew. Maybe it was time to think about going home for a visit.
She got her food and searched the crowded food court for a seat. There were no open tables, and most of them seemed to be occupied by people who would likely recognize her from TMZ at least. Her eyes flicked around the room once more and she spotted a woman with a stack of papers. If this woman was a Wynn employee, she would at least be more likely to be respectful of Serafina's position. She weaved her way through the tables until she reached the woman. "Excuse me," she said in her not quite French accent, "May I share this table with you? They all seem to be occupied."