Olivia's POV
Logan opened the passenger door for me, ever the gentleman. As I slid into the seat, my mind raced. What if he saw the price tags? What if he recognized the brands? There was no way in hell I could pass those off as bargain finds.
"You okay?" Logan asked as he got in the driver's seat. "You look like you just remembered you left the stove on."
"Oh, it's nothing. Just... thinking about work stuff. You know how it is." I waved my hand dismissively, praying he'd drop it.
"You sure? 'Cause you look like you've seen a ghost."
"I'm fine, really. Shall we go now?" I blurted, desperate to change the subject.
Logan raised an eyebrow but started the car. As we drove, my mind raced, trying to devise a plausible explanation for the designer clothes. Production company freebies? A super lucky thrift store haul? An unexpected inheritance from a fashion-obsessed great-aunt?