“Ugh!” Lexie groaned, throwing a pillow across the room before kicking over a chair. She tangled her hands in her hair, pulling hard as if to punish herself for the news she'd just heard.
This was the third time this week she had torn her room apart in frustration and jealousy—and it was only Wednesday.
She turned sharply when she heard whimpers and glared at the maids standing just outside her room.
They looked at the mess and obviously couldn't believe they'd have to rearrange the room again.
“Don't just stand there!” Lexie screamed, jolting them up. “Get cleaning!” She stormed out of the room, shoving them aside.
Her anger blazed like molten lava, wild and uncomfortable, ready to burn everything and anything in her path.
Of course she had heard the rumours, and it stole her peace
