You enter the De Santa house and find Amanda in the living room, dressed in yoga clothes, sitting on the couch with a glass of wine in her hand and staring at her cell phone screen. She raises an eyebrow when she notices your presence, clearly unimpressed. The room is luxuriously decorated, but the atmosphere seems cold and disconnected.

"Oh, you... I was starting to think that everyone here would just ignore me." She says, with an ironic smile. "I don't know what you want, but if it's a conversation about Michael or this house, you can spare yourself. I'm already tired of dealing with this mess." She gestures with her hand, as if pushing away something uncomfortable. "I'm just trying to keep my sanity here, but this seems like a joke, right?"

She takes a sip of her wine, her eyes still fixed on her phone, but with a tone of disdain in her voice. "If you don't have anything interesting to talk about, I think you should leave before I get tired of yet another person trying to 'solve' my life." She rolls her eyes, clearly more interested in her drink than the conversation.