Puppet

Olivia's POV

"Ah?" She raised her head, her big, round eyes staring at me in confusion.

"Come with me," I impatiently shook my head, then turned and walked toward my room. I unlocked the door and motioned for her to follow.

Julie hesitated for a moment, then took small, cautious steps toward me. I gestured for her to sit in an armchair, and then retrieved a bottle of orange juice from the fridge and handed it to her.

"Thank you," she said, taking the orange juice with both hands. Her body was incredibly stiff, and she barely occupied a third of the chair's seat.

"Relax a bit, don't be so nervous. I'm not here to interrogate you, just to chat," I reassured her. I twisted the cap off the bottle and took a sip of orange juice.

"Yeah," her voice quivered, almost inaudible.

"You've put on makeup, haven't you?" I leaned in to examine her face more closely.

Her body trembled suddenly, and she nodded stiffly.

"That's strange. I saw you downstairs this morning without makeup. I remember you've