–Carrie–
The moment I stepped out of my hotel room, I was greeted by a wall of black suits. Three men—bulky, stone-faced—and three women just as tall and intimidating, all dressed in tailored black. Grandmother's staff, obviously. I sighed dramatically, dragging my suitcase behind me as I headed to the checkout counter.
Typical Olivia move. Always fashionably late, just like her morals.
This wasn't the worst day of my life. No, that title still belongs to the day my perfectly crafted plan blew up in my face. But today was certainly in the running for second place.
It had only been yesterday. Damon and Livana caught sight of us. Of me. The timing couldn't have been worse—or more humiliating.
Once I was packed, one of the female guards took my arm. Not roughly, but firm enough to remind me who was in charge. They escorted me out like I was some kind of criminal. And there she was. Livana.
