OLIVIA
The clock struck 7 p.m., the energy within the Steven household was palpable. The party was about to commence, and everyone was bustling with activity. From the party staff to the housemaids and even Austin's parents, the preparations were in full swing.
I stood in front of the mirror, my heart fluttering with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. I had chosen a simple off-shoulder white dress that flowed gracefully around me. My hair, which I had taken the time to curl into soft waves, framed my face delicately. I adorned myself with subtle accessories and opted for light makeup that enhanced my features without overpowering them. In my hands, I held a pair of modest gifts for Mila and John Steven's wedding anniversary.
A knock on the door broke my reverie, and as I opened it
