Olivia's POV
I stared at Kira, the question looming above us.
Who are you going as? Olivia or Oliver?
Every logical part of my brain screamed Olivia. My body was wrecked, exhausted, still recovering from the electrocution. The thought of binding my chest, hunching my shoulders, maintaining Oliver's deeper voice and masculine mannerisms for hours while we walked around the neighborhood - it sounded like torture.
But then I thought about Maxwell.
Maxwell, who had given Mitchell to Oliver, not Olivia. Maxwell, who might actually show up looking for Oliver despite my lies. Maxwell, who would have questions - so many questions - if people told him they'd seen some girl putting up posters of his cat instead of his assistant.
