(Olivia's POV)

The leader was half a head taller than me, dressed in expensive designer brands from head to toe. Her face was caked with heavy makeup that looked professionally applied but somehow still harsh.

With a cold, calculating face, she glanced at me dismissively and sneered with obvious disdain.

"You are Olivia Stone?" she asked, as if my very existence offended her sensibilities.

I also sized her up carefully, taking in her ...