Olivia
Under the table, Alexander's hand slid higher on my thigh, dangerously close to the hemline of my dress. I shot him a warning look, which he answered with an innocent smile that didn't fool me for a second.
"So, Alexander," Harold said as dessert was served, "how serious is this relationship? Olivia seems like a fine young woman."
The table fell silent. Victoria leaned forward slightly, not bothering to hide her interest in Alexander's answer.
"Very serious, Grandfather," Alexander replied, his hand finding mine on the table. "Olivia is... special."
The way he said "special" sent a flutter through my stomach that had nothing to do with nerves.
"Special enough to marry?" Harold pressed, never one to beat around the bush.
"Harold!" Margaret scolded. "Don't embarrass the poor gi
