Hahahahahahaha
Olivia frowned.
She had been bracing herself for the family's reaction, but instead, Darling's merciless laughter filled her head.
Her embarrassment surged so fast her eyes stung.
That shameless girl…
She must have ruined this body completely….
The thought cut off when memories surfaced, Emma excusing herself politely, never allowing herself to make such a mistake.
The food instantly tasted different.
The twins were staring at her.
The room was painfully quiet.
Then,
The twins burst into laughter, fanning their face with their hand to ward off the non existence smell.
Olivia's face flushed crimson.
How was this even happening?
She wanted to blame someone, anyone, but there was no one to blame.
Still, Olivia Smith never ran out of excuses.
Even if none existed, she would invent one.
"I need to check the expiration date of the foodstuff," she said stiffly, clearing her throat. "Hmm… hmm."
Caroline chuckled softly. "It's okay, honey."
She understood. Emma must be mortified.
Truthfully, Caroline blamed herself. If not for Emma's recent changes, they would have laughed it off instead of freezing like this.
Olivia resumed eating, though her mood remained sour. The twins stopped laughing immediately after her excuse.
Once she finished, she stood and walked out of the house.
She didn't issue instructions. She was used to eating and leaving, the cleanup was never her concern.
The twins would handle it.
The memory of how loud the fart had left her body replayed in her mind.
Her eyes squeezed shut. Her teeth clenched. A quiet groan slipped out.
She headed toward the backyard.
The space was wide enough, perfect for training.
She could tell her flexibility remained intact in her mind only, because Emma's body had been pushed to exhaustion for too long. Stiff. Underused.
Dry leaves covered the ground. The house sat close to forested land.
Emma never knew the full story, but after losing their previous home when her father died, Caroline had brought them here, claiming it was one of her husband's properties.
Judging by the structure, Olivia suspected it had once belonged to a farm owner. A temporary residence. Storage housing. Something along those lines.
Emma's guess had been logical.
Something about this place was wrong.
Olivia stretched.
Pain shot through her body.
She cried out.
It felt like her bones had shifted.
"Lazy idiot," she muttered, holding her waist.
She needed a training schedule. This body had to be reshaped, disciplined.
Her expression hardened.
Black pants. Green T-shirt. Shiny hair with a soft curl.
In two or three days, she had gone from a princess to a poor girl struggling for survival.
The upside?
Money wasn't a problem.
With her knowledge, she could make money online anytime.
If not for the need to follow this body's existing path and stay close to Brian, she wouldn't waste time playing clown for the world.
Still… being on television had its perks.
She liked being seen.
She liked admiration.
She wondered briefly if this was all a dream.
—
A few hours later
The sound of Emma William's ringtone soon resounded.
Olivia woke up with a frown. She told herself to change the ringtone later on.
She had returned to her room to nap after eating, training would have to wait.
Charlotte's name flashed on the screen.
Her dislike was immediate.
She answered anyway.
"Yes?" Olivia said flatly.
Silence.
Then Charlotte spoke. "Emma, come outside."
"I don't want to."
"What has gotten into you? Come out. I'm outside your house."
Olivia rolled her eyes and stood.
The moment she stepped into the corridor, Amy appeared.
"Sister Emma," the girl panted, "Aunt Charlotte is outside."
It was around 8:30 p.m.
Olivia still couldn't fully engage with the family. The familiarity felt unnatural.
If this body didn't instinctively tolerate closeness, she wouldn't even bother pretending.
She walked past Amy. The girl followed.
Outside, Charlotte's sharp gaze immediately assessed her.
Olivia's frown deepened.
Amelia stood beside Charlotte, holding a gift bag.
Emma's memories surfaced instantly, reminding her that the gift is frequent.
She hated this.
"Return that immediately!" Olivia snapped.
Amelia flinched.
"Emma, what is the meaning of this?" Charlotte demanded.
Amelia extended the bag back to Charlotte, hands trembling.
Charlotte didn't take it.
"Drop it on the floor," Olivia ordered.
Amelia hesitated, then obeyed.
The bag hit the ground.
"Come here," Olivia said to the twins.
Charlotte stared, stunned.
The girls approached slowly.
"You are not beggars," Olivia said coldly.
"Your sister worked for everything you have. Not because of anyone else, because of her own effort."
The twins nodded fearfully.
"Don't accept fake kindness from anyone. Understand?"
"Yes," they whispered.
"Go inside."
They ran.
Charlotte finally found her voice.
"Who are you?"
"The girl who stopped being stupid," Olivia replied calmly.
Charlotte laughed in disbelief.
"Emma…" Her gaze dropped to the bag. "Fake gift?"
"That hurts?" Olivia asked coolly.
"Threatening her with her sisters' names, then bringing gifts afterward?"
Her eyes locked onto Charlotte's.
"You call this real? what's more fake than this?"