Olivia’s POV

I stood by the door, my eyes taking in my room while my mind ran at a thousand thoughts at once.

Somehow, I was angry at André indifference at the table. But why should I be? He was not mine.

Also, what was I meant to do here? Back at home, at least, I had hours of school and working the fields to keep me busy.

As I sat on my bed, the door opened and my eyes widened as André entered the room with a solemn expression.

“Are you okay, princess?” he asked while closing ...