Olivia wasn't actually chubby-she just had a bit of baby fat on her face.
She was around 5'4'' and weighed maybe 90 pounds.
Still, Leslie always loved to squeeze her cheeks.
She was convinced Olivia's future husband would be obsessed with her soft little face too.
Leslie shot a glance at Tristan, her expression flat and detached.
She didn't really want to go up against him, but if she didn't nip this in the bud now, more crap like this would just keep coming. Better to shut it down completely.
She'd always had real talent when it came to art, even in her last life. And now, in this world? Game over.
When she wasn't busy playing around with herbs and poisons, she was perfecting her art.
Her skills these days? Way beyond what they used to be.
Whether Tristan woul
