(Olivia's POV)
Her voice trailed off in panic as she realized what she had just admitted.
My tone turned frosty as I cut her off. "So, this beige dress is what you just put on, isn't it? What exactly were you doing in my room?"
Under my terrifying glare, Cassandra shuddered involuntarily. Her confidence crumbled as she mumbled weakly.
"I... I was just wandering around..."
"Why would you wander into my room for no reason?" I pressed relentlessly.
Cassandra gulped, unable to provide any reasonable explanation. Her guilt was obvious now.
Suddenly, Ethan stepped forward protectively, positioning himself between us. He shielded Cassandra behind his broad frame.
"Enough!" he barked, his voice sharp with authority. "Stop making trouble over a broken ceramic trinket. Buy another one if it
