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Fiona waved her hand and said with a grin, “By the way, my name is Fiona Miller. What’s your name?” Olivia seemed to have returned to the scene when she first met Zy in a trance. She could not stop herself from spacing out. “Hmm? You can’t tell me?” Fiona poked Olivia and sat on the ground casually. “But it’s fine. I don’t think you are an ordinary person, so if you can’t tell me…” “My name is Olivia Larson.” Olivia interrupted her. “Your name is pretty. Just like you.” Olivia stared at her blankly and murmured, “You… You look like an old friend of mine.”

a gentle voice interrupted. Olivia turned to see a woman around Lily Bradford's age—maybe even younger—approaching them. She wore a genuine smile that could light up an entire room. Her heart almost stopped when suddenly the woman pulled her into a tight hug. “I’m Leanne Westmore. You must be Olivia, Lily had told me so much about you. We have the same eye color!”

She had gotten herself one of the good guys and I knew that Xavier would do anything for her. Olivia then turned the television on and said, “I know the perfect move.” As she flipped through the movie search and came across what she was looking for and Emily and I began to laugh as she clicked on the movie Bridesmaids. It was one of Emily and I favorite all time movies and it was perfect for our little sleepover party.

"Damon, you know that I don't like asking for favors from anybody. Today, there is one thing I've got to ask you." Damon smiled, "Are you going to open up your soul to me when that beer goes straight to your head?" Oliver clicked his tongue, "Beer. Basically, no alcohol is contained. I'm sober now." As he spoke, he pointed at Chelsea. "You've seen her. She graduated from Tadling University's dramatic arts department. That's a fancy college. She was born to be a good actress. If you have something she might be right for, you can give her a part. I promise that she won't let you down!"

Facing Freda, he said, “I hope he’s good? Not understanding what he meant, Olivia smacked him on his chest and said to him, “can’t you see how tired she is, he’s obviously good” “I thought I said it a while ago, looks like your mind wandered away”. She added. Richard chuckled and didn’t say anything. Meanwhile, Freda was already a mess. Her face was so red that Rapheal became worried. Olivia on the other hand wanted to ask about Rapheal, when she heard his soft voice, “mummy are you ok, why are you so red? “Mummy? Olivia asked with wide eyes. Nodding his head proudly, Hilary introduced, “you all, my son Rapheal Davis”.

Keeping them outside and away was Olivia’s number one priority. Alexandra looked at the other woman, stunned at her beauty. Yeah, she’d known that Olivia Foreman, formerly Olivia Jameson, was an ex-model. She’d seen Liv’s photos plastered across men’s magazine covers, and she’d also read about the horrific attack that had unceremoniously ended that career.

Emelda grunted, “If you’re going to be staying with me, then you might as well get high. I don’t know if he told you, but I’m not an easy woman to live with.” Olivia hid a frown. Not only did he forget to tell her he had a sister, he also forgot to let her know she was a much scarier person than he was. She gulped hard, taking the glass in his hands which started to shake, looking so pathetic that it made Emelda roll her eyes. “I knew he got married; but I never knew I married a wuss.” “Uhmm.” “What’s your name?” “Olivia.” “Olivia?” “Camden.”

I know not to go back to that drink afterward. The guy, whom I'm not sure of his name just yet, grabs my hands pulling them up around my neck as his hands rest on my hips. "What's your name?" "I'm David. What's yours?" "Olivia" "Nice to meet you, Olivia. Why haven't I seen you around here before?" "You too. I'm still in High School. My best friend is seeing some guy who goes to the college here." I see his face turn to worry. I know exactly what he is thinking.

Olivia's POV The morning sunlight streamed into my office as I stared at my phone, scrolling through the headlines and comments popping up across my feed. Despite the warmth in the room, I felt a chill as I doomscrolled, each one more cutting than the last. “TOP 5 WAYS TO ATTRACT AN ALPHA – LESSONS FROM LUNA LIV!” “ALPHA POWER COUPLE HOSTS CARNIVAL OF DRAMA.” "OLIVIA HARTWYN: LUNA IN NAME ONLY?”

A part of me doesn't want to egg him on, but he’s being such a prick right now and riling both me and Netty up, with both of us on the same page it’s hard backing down. “Enough,” yells a woman, standing and raising her voice over the chaos that has erupted around us. Her aura is strong, making everyone cower down, even myself as a wave of calm washes over me and Netty. ‘Whats happening’ Netty groans as she curls back down. ‘She’s Luna, Oliver's mother’ I mumble, that could be the only explanation to why she has any sort of control toward Netty and I. While I kept tabs on my sperm donor I didn’t care to have any other interest in his other family members other than Oliver.