Charlotte groaned and reached for the nearest throw blanket, wrapping it around herself like armor. "What are you doing here?!"
"I told you. Vitamins." He walked closer, slowly. "So here I am. Watching... whatever this is."
Théo gave a small wave, utterly unfazed. "Bonjour. Please allow me to introduce myself again. I'm Théo. I'm a fashion designer. I'm not flirting; I'm just doing my job. I design clothes."
"OK...I'm Alexander. I buy the companies that make those clothes."
Marco snorted. "Wow. So impressive."
Alexander's eyes flicked to him. "Who invited the sous-chef?"
"I am the chef."
"Right. My mistake."
Charlotte clapped her hands. "Okay! Enough! This is not a testosterone competition. This is my house. My fitting. My—oh, great, now Olivia's filming this."
Indeed, from the stairs, Olivia stood with her phone out, narrating like it was a reality show.
"I'm calling this episode: Three Men and a Tape Measure. Coming soon to a streaming service near you."
