Social Hierarchy

Once the class overcame their initial shock at Oliver's future wife's surprising intelligence, they left their seats one by one and headed out of the room to go to their next class. 

"You're... a surprising one, Ms. Twyne." Ms. King remarked before leaving the room.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 did Olivia confront Oliver.

"What were you thinking?!" She shouted, her hands shaking as she balled them into a fist. 

"Sheesh, calm down." Oliver rolled his eyes as he stood up from his chair. "We're going to be late for our next class. Let's talk about this later--"

"As if you care about being late!" Olivia scoffed. "You sounded so disgusted a while ago at the thought of pretending to be my brother, and now you're telling everyone that you're my fiance?!"

"Shouldn't you be thanking me?" Oliver yelled back arrogantly, causing Olivia to flinch as his voice echoed in the confines of the classroom. "I literally elevated your status in Huxley by lying that we're engaged!"