47: I Know What You Are Doing, Vixen.

Olivia's POV

I walked into the living room and was uneasy as the eyes followed my every move.

"... She is so beautiful."

"I love her dress."

"She has lovely eyes."

The comments were wonderful and uplifting, but I wouldn't say I liked all the eyes staring at me. It especially made my plans crumble. How would I look, telling all these people that I was André's mate when my mother had all introduced me to them as her daughter and, hence, André's stepdaughter?

I immediately began to have cold feet. None of this was what I had in mind. It was all ruined.

My mother took me by the arms, and we walked around the room, greeting guests. My cheeks hurt terribly from keeping a fake smile when there was nothing to smile about.

I met many of her friends and a few council members, and they talked about how beautiful I looked and how lucky André was to have me as his stepdaughter.

I managed to slip my arm out of my mother's while she was conversing about something unrelated to the business and disap