André’s POV

Olivia and I still haven't been able to talk for a while. She always kept her door locked and avoided me at every chance that she got.

I decided to get creative; I was going to outsmart my little kitten.

I signalled one of the kitchen staff to take Olivia's lunch to her while I followed closely behind.

We soon got to her room door, and the maid knocked gently.

“Who is it?” called out Olivia from the other side of the door.

“It's me, Miss Olivia. I came to bring ...