Olivia's POV
After having a little chat with Kira, I dragged my suitcase to my room with the little energy I had left. The moment I closed the door behind me, I let out a long breath.
Freedom. Finally.
I unpacked my bag, hanging up my Oliver suits, and packing away my disguise materials in the back of my closet like they were dirty secrets I wanted to forget. Then I headed straight for the shower, letting the hot water wash away the heaviness of my disguise.
When I emerged, I put on my most comfortable clothes - soft cotton shorts and a simple tank top. No binding. No wig. No fake Adam's apple. Just me. Just Olivia.
For this entire weekend, I would have freedom. No worrying about my walk being too feminine, my voice being too high, my ass giving me away.
The relief was almost overwhelming.
