The dining room’s ambiance had grown so tense in the last few seconds that you could s***h it with a knife.
Ophelia, who is surprisingly Olivia’s mum, was still sitting at the head of the table with a look of disdain painted on her face since her daughter walked in. If she was Olivia’s mum, then that would make her Sebastian’s stepmom.
Olivia didn’t hold the same expression her mum did seeing her. She just seemed genuinely taken aback at the unexpected visit of her mother. Looking at the two now, I could see their striking resemblance I failed to quickly take note of. I should have picked up they were related the moment my eyes had set on Ophelia.
They both carried themselves in the same assertive yet perfectly poised manner and shared the same facial features and other qualities. The
