It's been one week in Maldives and we leave tonight.I know I didn't want to come on this trip before but now, I'm so glad I did...not like I had a choice anyway.Anthony and I have become a lot more comfortable with each other. Funny how I never wondered about his mother...apparently, she's abroad somewhere and he named Grace Manufactures and Holdings after her.He loves her a lot and she loves him too...much unlike my mom."Liv?" Anthony calls out."Out here" I call back.I'm sitting on a lounge chair, sipping a glass of lemon juice, dressed in an Ekouaer Pajamas Set which I just purchased. It's black with the caption 'Let Me Sleep' and I just love it."Hi" I smile when he comes into view."You know your baby bump's starting to show" he observes.I look down at my growing belly and place a hand over it."It is, isn't it? Who knew pregnancy would look so cool on me?" I muse."What should we na

I wake up earlier than usual to make breakfast for myself and avoid Violet at all cost while I'm at it.I slip my feet into my fluffy slippers, shove my phone in the pocket of my Pajamas shorts and stroll out of my room.Going down to the kitchen, I recall my last encounter with Violet about cooking ingredients. A shrill goes up my spine as Anthony's angry face pops up in my memory.Angry Anthony scares me, frankly but that's a good thing because any Anthony scares most people and Olivia Hart isn't most people so just angry's good...plus hardly anybody's nice when their angry."Ahhhh!" I shriek when Anthony's image comes up suddenly in front of me. He's wearing a white tee and boxer shorts."Be quiet, will you?" He says in a hushed voice."Well, you startled me" I glare at him."Well, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry"Did Anthony Trevelyan just apologize to me? Am I dreaming?"Did...did you just say sorry?" I ask, pursing my

I'm strolling in through the front door at 10:35pm with my shoes in my hands. The lights have been switched off and as it seems no one's up.I shut the door quietly and take out my phone to find the light switch.I go into the kitchen to get a glass of water.I'm gulping down some water when Anthony appears in the doorway."Hi" I greet, rinsing the glass."Is there a reason you got back so late?" He asks warily."Well, yes, I grabbed lunch then hung out with a few friends for a while" I shrug, putting the glass away."There's a reason for the existence of phones, you know?" "Yes, I know I should've called, I just..." I frown "...I guess, I didn't think you'd care""I was this close to ordering a search party""Hey, have you seen that? From what I know, the movie's real good" I ask, totally ignoring the point."No, I haven't seen the movie, Liv" his tone is blank, his expression unreadable."Nei

We've bid our goodbyes...well, Anthony said goodbye to a sulking Violet and I stood there watching, clutching my mask a little too tightly.Now, we're right outside the house, waiting for the driver to show up, I suppose.The driver whose name is Luke arrives in the white Audi Q7.Anthony leans forward and opens the door for me. I climb in with as much grace as I can manage.Luke climbs out to open the other side of door for Anthony. Anthony stops and whispers a few words to him before climbing in next to me.Luke spurrs the engine to life and in mere seconds, we're out of the Trevelyan mansion and on the street.The ride over is shorter than I expect.There's a line of expensive cars, all heading in the same direction."What can we expect at events like this?" I ask and it's a subtle cry for help."Oh, the usual stuff" Anthony says, breezily."Not usual for me" I remind him."Lots of people flashing their

"Olivia" he calls softly."Olivia, we're home" he shakes me gently.I slowly open my eyes and see him hovering above me.We're still in the car. My head is comfortably rested on his thighs.What?I sit up quickly. I have no idea how that happened. My mask is off and I'm vulnerable to his gaze.My make-up's all smudged and I must look horrible."Olivia, what's up with you?" He asks softly, his tone showing concern.I shake my head and look away, muttering a low "Nothing. I'm fine"I glance at the driver's seat and I'm relieved when Luke's not there."No, you're not. Something happened at the ball" He shakes his head and looks away guiltily "You spoke in your sleep"What? No."What did I say?" My voice is low and cautious."Nothing that made sense" He mutters, briskly "Olivia, talk to me, please. Sleep talking, I can accept but when a person begins to cry in their sleep, something is seriously o