Frederick's POV
It was almost evening, and still no sign of Olivia.
She hadn't shown up since she stormed off yesterday. At first, I thought she just needed a little time, that she'd calm down and come back on her own. She didn't even need to apologize; just come back. But she didn't.
My eyes drifted to the wall clock. It's five p.m. already. Nothing. Not a single glimpse of her.
"Should I call her?" I muttered under my breath. But my pride tightened in my chest. No. She was the one who should be apologizing. She was the one who accused me of things she didn't understand.
She had been jealous. Acting jealous.
But then… she wasn't wrong.
I rubbed a hand over my face. Olivia had been right about my interest in Selene, even when I tried to pretend otherwise. And now that Selene and I had crossed that line—now that we'd had sex—I didn't even know what to do with myself.
