Lexa's POV

Yes, I was staring at something in Wendy's house. But what was I staring at? Anyone curious would want to know.

I could see Rica's room all the way from my room clearly. The door was closed but not locked, and I was sure that it had all the answers to my hundred and one questions.

Wendy had been called at her office, she said it was a fashion emergency. According to her, a major French actress, I didn't know of, wanted a dress made for an award show she wanted to attend.

And if that was true, then that was meant to be a big deal for them.

Wendy was called to manage the celebrity's dress, since she was a top designer, and she didn't think twice before cutting her leave short and rushing to her office. Ana accompanied her because she wanted to make a report on it, or something like that.

Rica had been out since yesterday. She said she went to meet with some old friends of her and the last I saw of her was her disappearing into the street, literally.

I had been alone at home f