Olivia's POV
I hurried to the room I'd stayed in as Oliver, my heart pounding. Every second counted. I needed to change and get out before anyone started asking questions about why Olivia was still wandering around the mansion.
Inside the room, I went straight to the closet to get Oliver's clothes. I stripped off my dress and heels, carefully folding them into my bag, and pulled on Oliver's outfit.
The wig came next, then the facial hair, the prosthetics and the chest binds. I studied myself in the mirror, adjusting until Oliver stared back at me.
Good enough.
Now I just needed to get out without being seen by any staff who might wonder why two Olivers were leaving the mansion.
I cracked open the door and peeked into the hallway. Empty. Perfect.
Moving quickly but trying not to look suspicious, I made my way down the stairs. My heart hammered with every step, certain someone would appear and realize something suspicious was going on.
