Olivia slipped into the back seat of Christopher’s car, her fingers brushing nervously over her skirt as she settled beside him. Her heart was racing—loud, wild, relentless.
Today wasn’t just another day and the weight of it pressed heavily on her chest.
The driver entered moments later, and the car eased into motion. They were headed to the beauty salon—the one Christopher had subtly mentioned the night before during dinner. Just a few cryptic words, then silence. That was all he gave her.
She had stayed up half the night going over possible scenarios, trying to anticipate every reaction, every outcome. But none of it was enough. Preparation meant nothing when anxiety had a vice grip on your spine.
She stole a glance to her right.
Christopher sat with his head leaned back, eyes close
