A blush crept on Olivia's neck, tinting her cheeks a shade of plum from utter embarrassment. She felt like a teenager caught by an adult for doing something forbidden.
"Your gown is rubbing off the concealer. Aiyoo. Next time, tell Maxen to put his mark somewhere discreet, like your inside thigh. Your grandpa loved to leave his on my left thigh."
"Grandmaaaa…" Olivia whispered a huff, and her eyes scanned their surroundings in case somebody heard her grandma's tale. "How can I unhear that?" She bit her bottom lip to suppress her laughter. Sometimes, she couldn't keep up with how animated her grandma could get.
"You can't," Grandma chuckled. She was laser-focused on Olivia's chest as she smeared the concealer with the pad of her thumb.
"He did this on purpose. You know that."
