Olivia's POV
The restaurant Matthew had chosen was understated but elegant, its warm lighting and quiet ambiance a stark contrast to the turmoil in my chest.
I adjusted the hem of my blouse as I stepped inside, scanning the tables until I spotted him. Matthew rose as I approached, his smile easy and inviting.
“Olivia,” he greeted, pulling out my chair with a practiced grace. “I’m glad you came.”
“Thank you for inviting me,” I said, my voice measured. Despite the calm atmosphere, my nerves prickled.
I wasn’t entirely sure why I was here. Maybe it was the way Matthew seemed to understand me when Ethan didn’t, or maybe I was just looking for a distraction from the ever-mounting pressure.
Maybe I had become paranoid with all the threats and attention and needed to figure out Matthew’s
