OLIVIA
“Are you sure I’m supposed to be here?” Lilian lingered in the doorway, fingers tightening around the strap of her bag.
I rolled my eyes, grabbed her hand, and tugged her inside. “Why wouldn’t you be?” I said over my shoulder, already striding toward the dining area as my heels clicked softly against the tiled floor.
She barely had time to take in the penthouse before I gestured toward the chair across from mine. “Sit.” I pulled out my own chair. “You look like you’re about to be arrested.”
She sank into the chair slowly, and her eyes drifted around the room as her hands stayed in her lap, her fingers playing with the edge of her sleeve.
I curled my hands around my mug and took a slow sip of coffee, watching her over the rim.
“You must be starving,” I said, tilting my head.
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