Olivia's POV
I looked at myself one last time in the mirror. The sky-blue dress hugged me perfectly, the color matching my eyes. Silver heels shined on my feet. My black hair fell loose over my shoulders. I looked pretty… maybe even beautiful.
"You look beautiful," Lolita said with a smile.
I forced a small smile back, though inside I felt no joy. If this dinner had been with the triplets, my stomach would be alive with butterflies. I would be thrilled, maybe even nervously excited in a way that felt good.
But no. This dinner was with Frederick. The one man I wished would vanish from my life. Instead of butterflies, I carried nothing but irritation.
"I'm leaving," I told Lolita before grabbing the silver purse that matched my heels.
Clutching it tight, I teleported and landed in Frederick's living room.
The sight before me made my brow crease.
