I was still sitting beside Dominic's bed, watching him sleep peacefully after Dr. Harrison's treatment, when I heard the sound of heels clicking sharply against the marble floor downstairs. The sound was familiar and unwelcome – aggressive, entitled, and designed to announce someone's presence.
A few minutes later, the bedroom door burst open without so much as a knock, and Lacie strutted into the room like she owned the place. She was wearing a tight red dress that hugged every curve of her body, her blonde hair perfectly styled despite the early hour. Her makeup was flawless, but her expression was twisted with rage.
I rolled my eyes at the sight of her. Of course the trouble maker would show up now, when Dominic was vulnerable and I was emotionally exhausted from the night's events.
