Lucien’s POV
Vivienne was upstairs in her bedroom screeching so loud I could literally hear her through the wooden floorboards of the ceiling.
Her dramatic cries about her ruined dress and the lack of respect in this house were echoing down the hallways, but I wasn't even paying attention to her.
I was just standing completely still in the center of the dining room, staring at the thick white potato stains and dark gravy puddles slowly soaking into my expensive Persian carpet.
The dinner table was a total mess. Lila had already marched right up to her room, clutching her ruined computer and looking totally ready to murder anyone who got in her way. And honestly? I didn't blame her one bit.
My sister had purposely destroyed weeks of her hard academic work just to be a petty, maliciou
