OLIVIA
I stood at my school's parking lot, waiting for my driver, the wind blowing in my tear-streaked face.
Christian had texted that my driver and personal assistant were coming to get me, and that he wanted to see me. And ever since I received the text, I'd been wondering why. Why would he want to see me?
I sighed, running my fingers through my hair in frustration. I shouldn't have left the hall, missing out on the lecture. But it couldn't be helped. I hated how Miss Elowen looked down on and humiliated me constantly.
It wasn't the first time she'd made me her subject of mockery and each time, it was worse than the last.
"Olivia," A familiar voice called out from behind me, and my stomach knotted in painful twists. Something about that voice nauseated me each time I heard it.
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