Olivia Burns

“The baby glow looks really good on you Miss Burns,” Meredith the handmaiden praised and I smiled shyly at her chubby reflection in the mirror, eyeing the red that colored my pale cheeks lightly.

Three days. That was how long it had been since Nikolai’s public rejection of Raya, how long it had been since he began visiting me regularly, only to ask how the child was fairing.

What I couldn't help noticing was how his eyes lingered longer each time, the cool pools of gray moving over my breasts and the bare skin of my neck down to my baby bump, and the round globes of my...