Lois's POV
We were all seated at the garden in Uncle Luca's mansion, and I haven't for once stopped thinking about what transpired between Oliver and I, yesterday night.
After the little quarrel during dinner, Oliver hadn't spoken to me. I felt like he was angry at me. Through out the remaining time we ate, he said nothing.
After dinner, he mouthed a 'good night uncle' and headed straight upstairs. I came into the room after assisting Sofiah with the dishes and having a brief random chat with Uncle.
I entered the room, changed into my nighties and laid on the bed, with a novel of my favorite author in my hands. Nora Roberts always keeps it real.
Oliver walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, which was way too below his waistline, for my comfort and peace of
