GAME OF THRONE
Olivia woke
the next morning, her head pounding from a restless night spent piecing
together plans and betrayals. She could feel the tension coiling in her body as
she dressed, each movement heavy with the weight of everything she had seen and
heard. Antonio's indifference and Rachel's smug confidence played on a loop in
her mind, feeding the anger simmering just beneath her calm exterior.
When she
finally made her way downstairs, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and
sizzling bacon greeted her, but it did little to calm her. The clinking of
cutlery and the soft murmur of conversation drew her toward the dining room,
where she stopped short, her heart dropping at the sight before her.
Antonio and
Rachel sat at the breakfast table, laughing softly as if they were the only two
people in the world. Antonio's usually guarded demeanor was gone; he was