OLIVIA'S POV
I readjusted the bodice of my dress for possibly the hundredth time since we set out. I was so nervous I practically could not stay still.
My feet tapped nervously against the car floor as I wiped my sweaty palms over and over again on my dress. If this went on for much longer, I was certain I was going to pass out.
"Stop that," Christian suddenly said. I couldn't read his tone, as usual, but I figured that he was annoyed by the sound of my nervous tapping.
Not in the mood to receive an earful from him, I forced my legs to stay put. Christian was seated comfortably, his back resting against the car seat. As usual, his face was expressionless, and he looked unfazed by what we were heading into.
This was shocking to me. I didn't understand how the hell he wasn't nervous w
