Olivia

I stared out the passenger window as Alexander navigated the winding roads leading to his family's estate. The California sun filtered through the palm trees lining the drive, casting dancing shadows across the hood of his Aston Martin.

"Stop fidgeting," Alexander said without looking at me.

I glanced down at my hands, which had been smoothing the fabric of my dress for the third time in as many minutes. "I'm not fidgeting."

"You've adjusted ...