[Imma pretend the texting convo just happened]
Lexie closed her phone and looked up at Noelle, a hint of distraction still lingering in her eyes. She managed a smile, though, and she gratefully accepted the champagne. Noelle had had the right instinct: she did need it. And judging by the uncharacteristically large gulps she was taking, Lexie wasn't just in it for the bubbles.
"Thanks," she said. "And I know! Isn't it great? I'm so glad we found it. Macy really has a good eye for these kinds of things." She took a cookie from the plate and looked at it for a few seconds before breaking off a little piece and beginning to chew. She wanted to be a good hostess, but the combination of Noah's presence and David's assholery were not adding up to a very good night for the eldest Tibbits' child.