DAMI’S POV

Alexa insisted on fussing over us the moment we stepped outside. "No. Absolutely not,” she said, blocking the driver’s door before Rhea or I could reach it. “Neither of you is driving in this condition. I already called someone.”

I blinked, a little stunned. Alexa, of all people. The Alexa I remembered used to sigh dramatically if she had to pass someone a pen. But this version, she hovered around us like a mother hen with a firstborn child.

“Who did you call?” Rhea ...