Dorian's POV
I moved slowly to my closet, grabbed my green towel, and wrapped it around myself.
Counting to ten, I exhaled deeply before speaking.
"What do you want?" I asked without looking at her.
I heard Agatha smack her lips before responding. "I was expecting a warmer welcome, Dorian. Has that mother of yours gotten to you?"
My jaw clenched. Agatha and Vivienne had never seen eye to eye, but I hadn't expected her to pull that card so quickly.
I remained silent, refusing to give her the satisfaction she craved, as I rifled through my clothes.
"Anyway," she continued after a beat, "I was in town and decided to drop by. How are you? I've missed you terribly."
I scoffed while settling on a beige suit. "You only show up when you need something."
"That's unfair!" she shot back. "I haven't been here for four years, and this is the greeting I get?"
