(Gabriel)

"What the fuck is your problem?" I asked Olivia as soon as I made it to the dressing room. Olivia scowled at me, thinking that it would come off as scary, but to be honest it was far from that. "Problem? I don't have any." Olivia replied as if she had no idea what I was talking about. She made a move to walk away, but I grabbed her hand stopping her.

"You are not dancing, you were employed for one reason, don't make me regret it." I threatened, but it didn't work on her. What can I say? Olivia was like a sister to me, I allowed her...