Olivia entered her room and dropped her bag on the bed, letting herself fall back onto the mattress with a heavy sigh. The tension from earlier, Sophia’s cold remarks and Racheal’s seething hostility echoed in her mind, unwelcome and exhausting.
Her first day back at work had already drained her, and returning home to that kind of drama was the last thing she needed. She pressed her palms against her face for a moment, then shook her head, deciding not to dwell on it.
She made her way to the bathroom for a long, cool bath to ease the weight on her shoulders.
By the time she stepped out and changed into her nightdress—simple, comfortable, nothing too revealing, making her feel a little lighter. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, and she tucked herself into bed with her diary in hand.
