André’s POV

I waited in the living room for Pierre, Sephora and Amelia. Olivia sat next to me and gripped my arm in worry. I turned to her and kissed her forehead gently.

“There is nothing to worry about. You’ll be fine.”

“But what if Amelia isn’t in on what is going on?”

I stroked Olivia’s hair and gazed into those gentle blue eyes of hers. I wish there wasn’t so much going on that would stress her.

“When she gets here and answers our questions, we will be able to ...