Olivia
The elevator doors opened with a soft ding, and I stepped inside, grateful to find it empty. As soon as the doors closed, I sagged against the wall, my legs suddenly weak.
"What the f**k did I just do?" I muttered, running my hands through my hair. "How am I going to explain this to Mom and Dad?"
My mother would be thrilled I was getting married—until she realized the timeline. Marriage in what, a few weeks? She'd have questions. Lots of them.
And my dad... he was old-fashioned. He'd want to know Alexander's intentions, his family background, his five-year plan.
My brothers would be even worse. Nicholas would immediately be suspicious. He could always tell when I was lying. And Ethan would Google the hell out of Alexander, digging up every tabloid story about his playboy past.
