CHAPTER 63

  Olivia's POV

  I stood in front of the full-length mirror, smoothing down the fabric of my new outfit. The sleek navy blouse hugged my curves, and the pants fit flawlessly, accentuating my figure without constriction. Both pieces screamed "expensive" but in an understated way—perfect for rehearsals.

  As I admired myself, guilt gnawed at me. This outfit was one of many Christopher had bought for me. I felt conflicted. Christopher was spending lavishly on me, and while I knew I should object, a part of me relished being spoiled.

  I grabbed my handbag and headed for the living room, my new shoes clicking satisfyingly against the hardwood floor. Christopher lounged on the couch, impeccable in his suit. He looked up, eyes widening as I walked in.

  "Well, well," Christopher drawled, rising to his feet with a wolfish grin. "Don't you look absolutely ravishing?"

  I gave Christopher a playful nudge. "Oh, please. It's just the outfit doing all the work."