Olivia

Under the table, Alexander's hand slid higher on my thigh, dangerously close to the hemline of my dress. I shot him a warning look, which he answered with an innocent smile that didn't fool me for a second.

"So, Alexander," Harold said as dessert was served, "how serious is this relationship? Olivia seems like a fine young woman."

The table fell silent. Victoria leaned forward slightly, not bothering to hide her interest in Alexander's ...