Nicolle's POV:

Damien frowned, processing my words. "How doesn't it match up?" He asked. "If someone spilled something on her and Alexander brought her clothes from his car, how does it not match up?"

I leaned in closer, my frustration mounting. "Well, if you had let me finish, you would also know that she wasn't the only person who returned home in casual clothes, Alexander did as well." I said pointedly.

"I mean, according to her story, the whole spilling of coffee stuff all happened at ...