Much to my surprise, everyone busied themselves with dinner and no one created trouble for me that evening. They chatted among themselves as if I was not even present—or to be precise—as if Augustus and I were not even there, not that I had anything to complain about that. As such, I ate quietly, hoping troubles would stay away as far as possible.
Right after everyone was done with the meal, Olivia shot me an overly enthusiastic gaze as she put down her cutlery. “Erica, why don't we go shopping together? There are a few outfits that I'd set my eyes on. Come and choose with me, won't you?”
A rigid smile hung on my lips at her request. I knew she was up to no good.
I stole a glance at Augustus, hoping that he could help me from sinking in the quicksand. After all, it would be impolite of me to turn Olivia down. But lo and behold, I was left utterly disappointed.
Augustus simply nodded his head back at me. “Olivia has a keen fashion sense. You should learn from her so that you'll know how to dress appropriately for big occasions.”
He must be kidding me. This is no different from sending me to the guillotine.