Olivia's POVThe dining area of Liam’s penthouse was a masterpiece of cold, minimalist architecture; all polished marble, sharp angles, and glass that seemed to touch the clouds. A few hours after that confusing, feverish bath, we sat across from each other. We were both shrouded in thick, plush white robes provided by the house, the heavy fabric doing little to settle the trembling in my bones.Different kinds of breakfast platters were laid out across the long table: shirred eggs, smoked salmon, silver dollar pancakes, and bowls of vibrant berries. They smelled amazing, the aroma of fresh coffee and expensive butter swirling through the air. But unfortunately, I couldn't bring myself to care about any of it. My stomach was a tight, painful knot.I just sat there, staring at the steam rising from my cup, and sighed heavily. My mind was completely gone, stuck on a loop of that dark ballroom and the moment my body had betrayed me.“Eat, Olivia. Enough with the sighing. It’s not going t
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