Chapter 7

• "Food is ready," Hannah announced, cutting the young woman short.
• She stared dangerously at me and I glared at her too; I am not Olivia, I won't get intimidated by her.
• "Hannah please serve the food. Olive, you should help out." my mom said and I sighed.
• I stood up, dragging my dress with me.
• "Stupid dress" I cussed beneath my breath.
• I wasn't only angry at the dress for being too long and uncomfortable, I was also angry that the young woman did not see anything bad in what she had done and the young man seemed to care less too.
• "You look so pissed off. What is wrong?" Hannah asked when I entered the kitchen.
• "Nothing. What do you want me to help you with?"
• "You can't help much with this dress. Olivia should have been here instead." Hannah said and I scoffed.
• It was obvious my mom had sent me to the kitchen to stop me from talking. She must think I was already causing trouble.
• I sat on the stool. "You know what, I will wait here. You set up the table. I will come out when everything is set."
• "I do not expect much from you," she mumbled.
• "I wasn't expected to do much, was I?"
• She sighed. "Can you at least take those and set them on the dining table while I will bring the rest?"
• "I have no plan to return to that place except everything has been set."
• "Fine. Just wait here."
• I shrugged but said nothing. Hannah took a few things and headed to the dining room while I went through my phone. A hand touched me after a while and I looked up.
• "Ain't you supposed to be helping Hannah out? Why are you pressing your phone?" Olivia asked.
• "Did she report me to you?"
• "She did not. But..."
• "Then mind your business and tend to your in-laws."
• "Olive, you can't continue to act like this. Not with the Campbells around."
• I scoffed. "You are the one who needs to give a good impression not me. They are your inlaws, not mine remember? And you better look out for that young woman."
• Olivia furrowed her brows. "What do you mean?"
• I stood up. "You can find that out yourself. By the way, is everything set? I need to eat."
• "Olive, what..."
• I ignored her and walked back to the dining room. I met Hannah on the way.
• "You did not come out with what I asked you..."
• "Your perfect Olivia is in there. You can ask her to do that."
• Hannah sighed but said nothing. I did not bother to say a word too. I found my way to the dining room, dragging my dress. When I got to the table I raised the dress a bit trying to fit myself into the chair. I tapped my foot on the floor.
• "How long do I have to keep this on?" I asked my mom in a whisper but she ignored me.
• "Are you not comfortable?" Mrs Campbell asked and I nodded. "I see you don't wear dresses that much."
• "I don't wear them," I replied.
• "What other things do you not do?"
• I smiled, seeing there was someone who was finally interested in things about my life.
• "There are a lot of things I do not like. I do not like being cheated or taken advantage of. I will not keep quiet if I don't like a thing, like Oli..."
• "Olive," my dad called and I stopped talking. "Are you not supposed to be helping out in the kitchen?"
• "Hannah doesn't need my help" I mumbled.
• Olivia walked in carrying a tray. She placed it on the table before sitting down.
• I stared at the food in front of me and my eyes widened in excitement.
• "So, Olivia, what do you not like? Olive doesn't like a lot of things."
• I stared at Olivia, hoping she would say something good.
• "I do not have what I do not like," she replied and I scoffed. "But I won't like what my husband doesn't like" she added and I blinked.
• What!
• "Is that supposed to be an answer" I mumbled and my mom hit me slightly.
• "Be composed, Olive."
• I sighed. I am being composed here. I am on my best behavior.
• "That is a good answer," Mrs Campbell said but I could sense the disappointment in her voice.
• I was disappointed too, at Olivia's answer. I had hoped she could speak out for herself just for once but she did not. Instead, she prefers to be a puppet for her husband. Mom seems to have noticed Mrs. Campbell's reaction because she felt so uncomfortable.
• "I think we should eat now," She said, and Mrs. Campbell nodded.
• "Of course, we should."
• Olivia stood up to serve the food. When she was done, we began to eat. I loved the silence looming in but disliked the awkwardness. My dress wasn't helping matters too; I found it difficult to eat comfortably. I also needed to speak to my friends so I stood up.
• "I am so sorry. I would like to be excused."
• Everyone stared at me and I sighed. I could see my mom frowning at me. I made to sit but Mrs. Campbell stopped me.
• "You must feel so uncomfortable in that dress. You're sweating" she said and I furrowed my brows.
• I wasn't sweating. Is she trying to help me out? I guess she is.
• She faced my mom. "Please let her leave the table. And she doesn't have to return. We will be leaving soon."
• "You can leave." my mom mumbled.
• "I am sorry I have to leave before dinner is over". I bowed. "Please ask Hannah to bring me some food," I whispered to my mom with a smile before leaving.
• I got to my room and quickly changed into a more comfortable cloth before laying on the bed. I put a call through to Lucy and then to Claire but none of them picked up.
• Could they be at the club? I wondered. This is going to be a long night. I thought with a sigh. And I also know that I will be hearing earful talks tomorrow about my attitude around the Campbells.