Olivia’s POV
The sound of my heels against the hardwood floors echoed faintly as I ascended the stairs, my mind still spinning from the morning’s preparations. Breakfast was set, every detail in place, and now I had just enough time to prepare myself. I had a feeling that breakfast would be as chaotic as breakfast back at home, a breakfast of hostility and domineering presence.
The moment I stepped into my room, I exhaled a deep breath, shutting the door behind me. Leaning against it for a moment, I let the quiet wash over me. My muscles ached faintly from rushing around the kitchen, and the heat simmering beneath my skin only added to my discomfort.
The heat.
I pressed a hand to my forehead, shaking my head with a rueful smile. “Get it together, Olivia,” I muttered under my breath.
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