Olivia’s POV
I woke up in my room and lay there, staring at the ceiling. It had been two days since I had seen André. I had been avoiding him. I had thought about it like he had told me to, but I was still skeptical.
I was glad that he had kept his side of the agreement. He hadn’t bothered me or come into my room or demanded that I have meals with him and my mother.
However, I had been watching the way that they talked and interacted. It was true. The way he treated her was just a little above average for a regular maid.
He barely kept eye contact with her or had long discussions with her. In fact, he barely even wanted to talk to her at all. My mother would dress up all flashy to get his attention, but he would simply ignore her.
I walked to my wardrobe and took a dress and some sa
