Olivia’s POV“Livvie.” Dylan. I turned around to face him. He looked amazing, he wore a black tuxedo, and his brown hair was neatly gelled back. The faint stubble I'd earlier noticed was gone. He smiled at me.How in God's name could I leave him? I fisted my hands at my side, willing myself to move or answer him. His brows knit tightly together when he finally reached me.“What's the matter?” He asked, taking my face in his hands.“Nothing.” I tried to pull his hands away, he held on tighter, his lips curling in a scowl.“You can leave Bertrand, I'll accompany her.” he looked at the butler, who had remained a few feet behind me.“As you wish, sir.” he took a small bow and walked away.“Now, will you tell me what the problem is?” I opened my mouth and he held up a finger, releasing a harsh breath.“Don't you dare say 'nothing'. Your eyes wouldn't be this red and swollen over nothing,” He warned. I'd had the make-up artist put extra make up around my eyes to mask it. I'd barely notic
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