Grace’s POV
Helena knocked once before pushing my bedroom door open like she owned the place.
Well, she did own the place with Hunter, but while I used this room, she couldn’t just walk in anytime she liked.
I turned from the mirror where I’d just finished brushing out my hair. “You know, usually people wait for an answer.”
She smiled sweetly, stepping inside. “Old habits die hard.”
I bit back the response I wanted to give her. “Well, while I use this room, please knock first.”
She leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, perfectly poised. “Are you really going out with Max again tonight?”
I arched a brow. “Is that a problem?”
Her gaze skimmed over me, taking in my simple dress, minimal makeup, the effort I’d made to look nice but not too nice. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea
