"Rules are just a flimsy excuse for what you can get away with," Estella commented with a wave of her hand.
As the pair entered into the parlor, Estella lounged herself gracefully on the sofa nearest to them. Lately, she had found she was growing tired much earlier in the night than she was used to. It might have been the early mornings her grandmother had pushed her into taking for their morning runs. One wold think that a woman pushing 65 wouldn't want to go for a run.
But she did. And Estella was meant to do it with her.
"But now, I don't see why you'd have to follow any of them."