The peaceful morning chaos was interrupted by the click of stilettos as Angel sauntered through the door, her olive skin on full display in a crop top and miniskirt that barely qualified as clothing. Unlike Piper's honey blonde curls, Angel's straight black hair was styled in a sleek curtain that swung as she looked around the room with obvious intent.
"Where's Brandon?" she asked without bothering to greet anyone, her eyes scanning the space.
"Angel!" Lydia's voice cracked with embarrassment. "Have you no shame? Coming in here dressed like that, asking about—"
"I'm just being friendly," Angel cut her mother off with fake innocence. "Since he's not engaged anymore..."
Her predatory gaze landed on me, curled up sleepily on the couch. "I mean, since someone decided to trade up to a diffe
