CHAPTER 72

  Olivia's POV

  I stepped out onto my balcony, coffee mug in hand. The morning sun warmed my face as I gazed at the city skyline. My oversized t-shirt fluttered in the breeze, and I was grateful for the extra coverage since I'd forgotten to put on a bra. Nobody could see me up here unless they had some seriously powerful binoculars.

  I took a sip of coffee, savoring the bitter taste. Ah, the perks of being a barista – at least I knew how to make a decent cup of joe.

  The peaceful moment was shattered by the shrill ring of my phone. I groaned, contemplating whether to ignore it. But curiosity got the better of me, and I shuffled back inside to grab it from the coffee table.

  Mom's smiling face lit up the screen.

  I took a deep breath and swiped to answer. "Hey, Mom!"

  "Olivia, honey! How are you?"

  "Oh, you know, living the dream," I said, trying to inject some enthusiasm into my voice. "Just enjoying my coffee and the view from my luxurious penthouse suite."