When Mrs. Hilton asked Olivia to join the family for a late lunch, she thought it was a good idea to accept the invitation. Perhaps to prove to herself that things between them could still feel normal.
Her adoptive mother greeted her at the door with an elegant smile and a light kiss on the cheek. Mrs. Hilton turned to Clayton, pressing a kiss to his cheek as well. “Thank you for coming.”
Mr. Hilton stood beside the dining table, one hand resting lightly against the back of his chair. He gave Olivia and Clayton a smile. Had Olivia not seen him pin her husband to the wall and punch him hard enough for him to collapse on the floor, she would believe it was genuine.
“Shall we?” Mrs. Hilton said, already turning toward the table.
They took their seats and started lunch. The food was perfec
