Lila’s POV
I was still half-asleep when this random, gorgeous girl in high-end clothes started screaming about my outfit in the middle of the hallway.
The sun was barely up, and my brain was completely fried from everything that happened with Jason last night. One second I was enjoying the quiet, and the next, this human hurricane in a designer trench coat was pointing at me and calling me a charity case.
I blinked, my hands automatically gripping the railing as I tried to process the insult. She looked like a model straight out of a magazine, but her mouth was full of poison.
Lucien didn't hesitate. He looked completely stressed out from the second she arrived, and he immediately jogged down the stairs to meet her in the foyer.
"Shut your mouth, Vivienne," Lucien snapped, his rough
