[Oliva’s POV]
For the rest of the ride to the amusement park I mull over the mysterious woman who was looming over all of our heads. So much so that when we finally arrive at our destination, I don’t realize until the door beside me opens and Mister Branson appears.
“Oh,” I gasp, shock rushing through me. “We’ve arrived.”
“We have.” Mister Branson confirms. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” I assure him, putting my professional smile in place. “I suppose I was zoning.”
Nodding, Mister Branson takes me in with those eyes of his and I find myself wondering if he can see through me. Of course, that would be ridiculous, but even then, I just can’t shake the feeling.
“Are you going to get out?” He asks after a long pause and I realize that I’m motionless. “You are going to walk around the pa
