Olivia's POV
Shit. Could today get any worse?
It had been one disaster after another - my period arriving a week early, the bloodstain, Ken's horrifying blackmail proposal, and now this!
It's only Monday, for crying out loud!
I frantically tried to clean the stain off Maxwell's shirt, my hands moving in useless circles that only seemed to spread the stain further across his shirt. The cold tea was seeping through, probably staining his undershirt too. Oh God. I wonder how much this suit costs!
"I'm so sorry, sir! I'm so, so sorry!" The words tumbled out. "I wasn't looking where I was going, and I didn't expect you to open the door right then, and…"
He must be furious. First I was late by over thirty minutes, and now I've destroyed his suit.
I was making it worse. I knew I was making it worse, but I couldn't stop my hands from frantically rubbing at the stain, trying desperately to fix this unfixable situation.
Please don't strangle me. Please don't strangle me. Please don't…
