Sometimes, Olivia understood her better than she did herself.
At this moment, Elsie finally admitted it—she’d been deliberately avoiding the subject all along.
“Maybe… for a few moments,” she murmured.
Her heart wasn’t made of stone. She still got stirred up, still found herself unconsciously affected by William.
“Want my two cents?” Olivia asked, sounding unusually serious for once.
Elsie nodded slightly. “Yeah.”
“Well, I’m against it,” Olivia said firmly. “One hundred and twenty percent against it.”
She had seen the whole thing unfold—start to messy end. From being pampered like a princess to being left in the dust.
She used to be genuinely happy for Elsie, thinking she’d landed the most perfect, fairytale kind of love when William treated her like his precious
