Blake POV
I find her in her room, muttering under her breath as she digs through the closet, tossing clothes everywhere.
“Everything okay?” I ask, leaning against the doorframe. She spins around, her expression a mix of annoyance and confusion.
“Not really. Everything here costs a fortune. I’m looking for something normal, comfortable, but it’s all high-end designer nonsense.” She tosses a dress onto the pile, looking more frustrated by the second.
“Relax,” I say, moving closer to her. “We’ve worked out a solution, and you don’t have to leave. If you want to walk around however you want, go for it.”
She pauses, taking this in. “It’s not just that,” she sighs. “If Demitri’s already struggling with this, what’s it going to look like long-term?”
“Look, Alissia,” I say, wrapping my arms
