Alice POV "Oh God, I'm so tired," I said, opening my door and walking in, kicking my heels off the second I stepped inside, only to find Diego sitting on my couch like he owned the place. I screamed. "You scared me, you fool," I shouted, pressing a hand to my chest and trying to calm my racing heart. "What is wrong with you, sitting in the dark like some kind of serial killer?" "Where are you coming from, young woman?" he asked, not moving an inch, his arms crossed over his chest, watching me with that particular older brother stare that always made me feel like I was fourteen again. "What are you, my mother? My father?" I raised an eyebrow, kicking my other shoe off before heading to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, my feet aching from hours in heels. He rolled his eyes, following me with just his gaze from the couch. "Just answer the question, Alice." "Why are you even here?" I asked, filling my glass at the sink. "Mom tried to reach you," he said. "Called you four times,
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