OLIVIA
Empty.
He’d left— again.
“He had an urgent meeting to attend,” Rosa broke the news to me, her hands folding the bedsheets that were partially soaked from… “Please take off your clothes.”
I stood on my feet, slowly sliding down the straps of my nightgown. My face was slightly scrunched up, and my thoughts were ruminating.
A meeting? Or was he deliberately trying to avoid me?
I needed to clarify my suspicions, and Rosa already knew what was coming— more persistent questions that could make her lose her mind.
Something I was actually good at doing.
“What’s the meeting about?”
She sighed heavily, tossing the folded sheets into the laundry basket. “I have no idea.”
My gown lurched off my body, and I stepped out of it as it dropped to the floor, bending slightly to pick it up an
