Olympia’s POV

Sitting in Nivea’s living room, my eyes widened in admiration. The interior of her living room looked fantastic and beautiful, nothing like I’ve ever seen. As I looked around the house mindlessly, my eyes caught Nivea’s staring at me. I completely forgot why I was here.

There was a brief moment of unspoken words between Nivea and I and it was beginning to get awkward.

“Nivea, your home is beautiful,” I said, trying to break the silence.

Ignoring me, she said,

“Olympia, what brings you here?”

I took a deep breath, trying to make sure I choose my words carefully.

“I wanted to see how you were doing,”...