SIXTY- FOUR

A few days after, Olivia and I finished our Arts lesson and went for lunch by the TV in her room. We changed to a Japanese channel as it was the time for Ms Lucy's movie to be shown and...she could speak Japanese...that was new.

I also realized Lucille acted in that movie as well—before her world tour—as Ms Lucy's younger self, of course she had to, they looked like twins! It's just, the age difference was twenty years.

I payed little attention to the movie itself and mostly looked at Ms Lucy.

There were subtitles but I didn't understand a word they said, Olivia on the other hand seemed enchanted by it. Especially the scene where the main character was cheating on his betrothed wife with Ms Lucy.

The main character was Haru, the Prince of a kingdom who was arranged to marry Aoi, the Princess of another kingdom.

Aoi already knew Haru was deeply in love with Hana(Ms Lucy) a half European, half Japanese slave.

The storyline was in the info screen.

Olivia got so addicted to it in those fifteen seconds of reading that she went to Netflix to watch it from the start.

I didn't understand what she liked so much about it.

Girls really love telenovelas.

...girls are weird.

Her thirty minutes of lunch time weren't enough for her to watch the second episode but what I got from it was that Hana met Prince Haru when she was cleaning as a child.

They instantly fell in love at their young age and he promised he'd marry her and free her from her family's slavery punishment.

That was until he found out he was betrothed, but even after that he couldn't stop seeing Hana, though she didn't want to see him.

Not only was he betrothed but she wasn't at his level, she was a slave, he was a Prince.

He didn't care about the class gradient, he just cared about her.

I welcomed Mark when he came home but Olivia was glued to the TV, she was already on the third episode by the time Mark got home.

Mark let the chef make supper that evening and Olivia ate her's by the TV.

Olivia was watching the fourteenth episode when someone tapped her, she screamed then the person covered her mouth and she bit his hand then he yelled.

"Olivia, it's me!"

She looked back to see Mark then chuckled nervously and said,"Hi Mark."

His arms were folded and his eyebrow was arched then he said,"Tomorrow's a school day, you have to go to bed."

"What?! But it's only 7...10:29. Oh, right."

She switched off the TV then got ready for bed. She presented herself to him and he, without warning, hugged her tightly.

She felt warmth and joy as she put her arms around his back, she had never been hugged by her mother and definitely not by her father.

She couldn't sleep, she still felt that hug and rolled to her side. She looked at a video her mother had made with her, where her mother was beating her crazily just because she was from her father.

She wasn't allowed to delete it and her mother checked her phone each day to see if it was still there. She was terrified of her own mother.

No mother's day gift was enough to please her, no top of her class award made her congratulate her, but now she had met some people who loved her unconditionally.

For once in her life, she felt safe.

She just deleted the picture, she was no more binded to it.

She tried to close her eyes and stop thinking, that usually worked and it worked again.

In twenty-four minutes, she was asleep.

Olivia was rolling and stirring, she was having a nightmare.

She screamed and fell off the bed but was caught right before she landed.

She saw Mark holding her and I asked,"Are you okay?"

She nodded then Mark placed her down and began to leave then she yelled,"Wait! The nightmare might come again and I will need someone to catch me if I fall."

I said,"Of course we'll sleep with you."

She let out a sigh of relief.

At that moment, a handsome Russian man kissed his wife and took the dinner she had prepared for him.

He switched on the TV in his house and changed through channels with none in mind, hoping there would be something to get him off the stress of the day.

He got to one channel which interested him. It was the picture of a beautiful woman, by name Oleh Smirnov.

So that's what she's gotten herself into...

He could read a little English and could tell she was wanted, but when he saw the picture of her daughter, he gasped...

Is that her?!