"Lucy," Olivia called softly, her voice trembling with a mixture of anxiety and desperation. "so Did you… did you like it?" She tried to sound sweet and gentle, forcing a small smile to mask the turmoil raging inside her, but the strain was evident in her tone.
When Lucian didn't respond, Olivia's smile faltered, her hands nervously clasping together in front of her. She took a shaky breath, her eyes darting to the gifts piled around him, then back to his face.
"I… I'm sorry if you didn't like any of it," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just… didn't have much time to prepare. Me and Rose, we went out this afternoon and bought everything we thought you might like."
Her voice cracked, but she quickly bit her lip, determined not to let her emotions spill over. She hesitated, her words hanging in the air like an unfinished thought.