Xanthe stood at the doorway, looking like her soul had quietly left her body. Even when Pixie shoved to the side and strutted into the penthouse, she stayed rooted to the spot.
A sting burned behind her eyes, driving her to the brink of tears. She was genuinely exhausted at this point.
Why was the universe doing this to her? Was living with Lorenzo not punishment enough already? Did she seriously also have to survive his bratty little sister?
"Don't just stand there," Pixie called impatiently from inside. "Get my suitcase."
Xanthe's body moved on autopilot. She dragged the giant pink luggage into the house with all the enthusiasm of a sloth and shut the door.
When she turned around, Pixie was still smiling. That same diabolical smile Lorenzo wore whenever he was about to become a public nuisance. However, Xanthe was too mentally drained to register anything happening around her.
