Lexie's POV
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Lexie heard Dorian's furious shout. She'd been so focused on watching Elena console Vivienne that she completely missed Woody's arrival.
"Who is that?" Phoebe whispered, craning her neck to see.
"Woody," Elena replied.
"Woody? That... girl?" Vivienne questioned, eyebrow arched.
Lexie blinked hard. Having Elena here, acting like family, was humiliating enough. But now Woody too?
"Get out right now!" Dorian barked, pointing toward the gate.
Woody murmured something too quietly for Lexie to catch, but her intention was crystal clear—seduction.
Her crimson dress barely covered anything, hair perfectly styled, fingers reaching desperately for Dorian's touch.
Dorian pulled back sharply, refusing to fall for her obvious ploy.
"I just want to talk," Woody announced. "Alone."
Rage twisted in Lexie's chest. The audacity!
Lexie moved forward, but Vivienne beat her to it.
"Leave my house this instant!" Vivienne snapped.
