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He wouldn't stop making expressions like 'I want to pull that dress off'. My phone began to ring and then I saw the caller. A frown settled on my face but I didn't let it show to the others. "Excuse me," I said to them as I stood up and walked toward the hallway. It was very weird of Mum to have called. "Olivia," she said when I picked up the phone. I didn't respond and only sighed. "All I want to hear is your voice," she said 'That's the most ridiculous thing you've ever said to me" I responded and she ended the call. She was right, she only wanted to hear my voice.

I watched him, how when they glazed over they got darker before they went back to normal, looking at me. "Had to link my dad, I told him I would when I got close, but, your mom, she is going to tell them you were close enough to link. He's going to know it's you that is with me before we get there now." Taking a deep breath I closed my eyes, resting my head back on the seat. 'Mom?' 'Oh my Goddess! Olivia!? It's truly you? My baby girl, where are you, I will come to you, please Livvy, please let me see..'

This time, they were singing a song by Tatiana Manaois—Like you. "You gotta get up! You gotta get up and make a move! Cause the world would never see you until you do…" I laughed quietly, watching Purity try to keep up with the lyrics like her daddy. I was not sleek enough though, because as soon as I laughed, she turned to me with a glare on her face which made me laugh even harder.

,I screamed at him. “You have no right to tell me how to feel”,I said and stared coldly at him. …. We pulled up in front of the house and I ran out of the car and ran upstairs. I picked up my phone and dialed Olivia's number. She picked up on the first ring. "Hey, Ava," she said, her voice cheerful. "What's up?" "Vii,my mum…my mum is no more," I said, my voice cracking. “And I didn’t get to say goodbye”,I said, breaking down again.

Happiness, Guilt, longing, even tears were threatening to fall from her eyes, as she took calculated steps towards her mom's bed Today seemed to be a day for crying. “Mom?” Her voice faltered as her mouth quivered. Without waiting for her to say a word, she lunged at her, embracing her in a tight hug. “Olly dear..” her mom's low yet tender voice acknowledged. Olivia pulled away, scanning her mom's face, her face stained with tears as she hugged her again. “I missed you mom.” She sobbed. “I missed more, dear.” The woman smiled. Olivia found it hard to let go of her mom, afraid she might slip away if she does so.

Third Party POV Olivia sighed and placed the phone against her ear. "Hi, Mom," she said, trying to sound upbeat, and her mother's voice on the other end was tinged with excitement, asking how things were going. Olivia replied, "It is going well," but even she could hear the flatness in her voice. There was a brief silence on the other end before her mother spoke again, this time in a softer tone. “Are you sure? You don’t sound like yourself.”

All the resentment Olivia harbored over the years vanished at that very moment. "I have enough money. I'm just happy that you thought of me." "Take the money. At least I'll feel better that way. Liv, can you do something for me?" "What is it?" With pursed lips, Chloe said slowly, "Can you call me 'Mom' one more time?" Olivia paused for a moment, but she still said, "Mom." "Good … Good girl." Chloe turned to the side and hugged Olivia, who felt a little uneasy and didn't move.

Why couldn’t I stop thinking about her? "Find me everything you can on Gold Ambrose," I told my assistant as he entered with reports. He blinked, confused. “Uhn?” I narrowed my eyes. “I want to know everything.” He nodded and turned to leave, but my phone rang. The number was unfamiliar, but Truecaller displayed the name: Gold Ambrose. A jolt of excitement hit me, like a damn teenager after his first time. I cleared my throat, trying to act calm as I answered, ignoring the curious glance from my assistant.

We approach a door - MARC - and Jackson ushers me through it. When he releases me, it takes everything I have not to collapse into a sobbing pile of shock. He closes the door and it's quiet in here, the silence a battering ram on my eardrums. I move to the far wall and turn to lean my back against the cold brick. I lift my phone and it trembles in my hands. I dial Dad's number. It rings out, then beeps. He never was a fan of recording a message for his voicemail. I try Mom next and she answers, her voice thick with sorrow as she says my name. "Olivia..." she says again, sniffling. "Honey?"

“Daddy, Mommy looks like- Oh no!!” I snapped out of my reverie and looked over. Olivia was leaning against the railing. “Olivia!” I put my daughter down and hurried to her side. “I dropped my phone.” She breathed out as I grabbed her by her shoulders. “You threw your phone.” Kelsey corrected her. I gave Olivia a pointed look. “Uhh…” “Mommy, are you going to actually turn into a giant lizard? Before the wedding?” I snorted while Olivia narrowed her eyes at me. She, of course, rearranged her expression into a sweet smile before she turned to Kelsey and picked her up. “Of course not. Ready for Moana?”