"Idiot…" Olivia muttered.
She exhaled while staring at the ceiling of her room.
She remembered again how Ethan had remained frozen in place when she left the parking lot earlier.
"That idiot… does he really love her or what?"
She rolled over, feeling her entire body aching with exhaustion.
She removed her wig and threw it carelessly aside before forcing herself to get up and clean herself.
A while later, she walked toward the large mirror in the corner of her room.
Observing herself, still wrapped in nothing but a towel, damp hair resting against her shoulders.
She tilted her head slightly, admiring her own reflection.
Beautiful.
Undeniably beautiful.
A small smile slowly formed on her lips.
She loosened the towel and let it fall.
Then turned lightly before the mirror.
"Look at you, goddess…" she whispered.
Her fingers slowly traced the curves of her own body with shameless pride.
Beautiful…
You are beautiful…
Olivia…
Olivia…
