Leslie? Seriously?
What's so great about her?
She's not even close to good enough for Broderick.
"I'll take care of this. Let me handle it." Lillian said sweetly, head lowered with a carefully practiced obedience.
It was blazing hot out, and yet she had on a short-sleeved stress that hit mid-calf, looking all delicate and demure-like some vintage lady straight out of an old black-and-white film.
But she clearly didn't plan on letting Leslie inside.
She reached out to take the bag from Leslie's hand.
Leslie pulled her hand back smoothly, a cold smile tugging at her lips.
"What are you doing? Are you a doctor or something? You know how much of the herbs to use when boiling them? You sure you're even doing it right?" she asked, eyes sharp.
Lillian froze, clearly a
