No Matter What

As if he could feel Olivia and Sumaya's stares, Oliver looked up. His expression instantly brightened, and a wide grin spread across his face. His bright blue eyes—so much like his sister's—lit up at the sight of her.

Dressed in a fitted black turtleneck and a brown leather jacket, Oliver carried an effortless charm. His blonde hair, slightly tousled as if he had just run his fingers through it, caught the overhead light, giving him a golden glow. His posture was relaxed, confident, and completely oblivious to the tension in the air.

Amanda, still tucked securely under his arm, turned her head slightly, her sharp gaze settling on Sumaya.

And then—she smiled. Sweet. Fake. Knowing.

Sumaya's stomach twisted. Her grip on the strap of her bag tightened, but she forced herself to keep her expression blank. She had long learned that any visible reaction only fed Amanda's amusement.