Olivia's POV:
I walked closer and sat next to her. "Is there something you want?" I asked, and she nodded.
"Was it a love marriage?" She asked, and her question took me aback. She was a kid and probably wouldn't understand even if I explained things to her, and I didn't want her to view her brother from a different dimension.
"It wasn't, right?" she asked, and I smiled, not wanting to continue this conversation.
"So you don't like Alex?" Her once-brightened face became sad; she fiddled with the hem of her gown, and I couldn't understand what she wanted to hear from me.
"Do you know how many people in this world love Alex?" She asked, and her question got me confused. Could that be determined? I have a lot of people who love me—my father and his relatives, even my biological mother's friends and her relatives—I couldn't count that.
"Just me, probably Bruno and Natou," she said, and I felt bad listening to her. Her words were sad, and I could see she was on the verge of tears.
"How about we go out and have some ice cream?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood, and she nodded happily when I realized I didn't have a penny.
"Or let's have homemade ice cream," I said instead, and she chuckled.
"Or we could use my card," she said, taking out a black card from her bag. The kid was smart. She immediately understood that I didn't have money.
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We got outside, and the driver carried her to the car before placing her wheelchair in the boot. I guess this was her driver. I was curious why she couldn't walk; did something happen or was it from birth?
"Uncle Jack, take us to an ice cream shop," Orlene ordered, and he nodded before driving out. The drive was silent as Orlene spent her time staring outside.
Half an hour later, he dropped us off in front of a huge mall. It was a general place for shopping, restaurants, a gym, and even an ice cream shop.
He took out the wheelchair and placed Orlene on it. "Uncle Jack, we will go in... Wait for us," she ordered, and I pushed her inside.
The place was magical. "Is this your first time here?" I asked curiously.
"No, this place belongs to Bennett's... so you could do free shopping," she said, and I glared at her, confused.
"We could go shopping first before having ice cream; I always wished to go shopping with a big sister," she said, and I nodded. But I didn't have any money, which is okay since she is from the Bennett family and also has her card.
We got into the elevator, which would take us to the shopping center. Minutes later, we arrived there, and I couldn't believe the view.
There were long wardrobes aligned from left to right with different stylish outfits.
"What are you doing here?" A voice echoed behind us. I turned and spotted that familiar lady walking towards us. I could recognize her anywhere. She was the lady who spilled ice water on me.
I decided to ignore her and push Orlene forward; fortunately, she didn't follow us.
"Who was that?" Orlene asked while glancing behind.
"Maybe someone who escaped the mental asylum," I sneered and she chuckled before pointing to the section for lipsticks. What will a kid be doing with lipstick?
"It's not advisable to buy that," I said and she scoffed.
"I am not buying for myself but for you," she said, and I felt touched, but it wasn't necessary.
"Just buy for yourself; I am fine," I said honestly, and she had a long face. I guess I hurt her feelings.
"Okay, fine, I will take a lipstick," I said and her eyes lightened up. "You see the one with a purple lid; it's called 'Kisses'. It's a trending lipstick now and also a limited edition," she explained while we went closer. I was surprised by her knowledge of lipsticks; I wasn't even aware of the trending lipstick, but she was.
To our surprise, the lady from earlier picked up the lipstick and smiled at us.
"Oops, first come, first served... And besides, you can't afford this," she laughed mockingly before signaling one of the employees who walked towards us.
"How much of this do you have left?" she asked.
"It's just one, Miss, and it's the last one in New York," the employee said, and her smile broadened.
"Then I will take this," she said.
"We saw it first." Orlene scolded, and I held her shoulder, signaling that she should let it go. It was just lipstick, but I swear this woman was getting on my nerves.
"You should be busy buying crouches and not lipsticks," she said mockingly, and my eyes widened in shock. How could she talk to a kid that way?
Orlene went quiet as it was obvious she was hit hard by her comment. "I dare you to repeat that," I said angrily, and she sneered.
"Apologize to her." I got fueled up. It would have been okay if she insulted her, but why did she insult the kid using her condition?
"Are you crazy? Why will I apologize? She is disabled; where is the lie?"Before she could finish her words, I slapped her hard across the face, not minding the aftereffects.
She held her cheek tightly and glared at me. Bring it on; I am ready for you.
The lady raised her hand about to slap me; luckily, I was fast and caught her hands. "Don't awaken my aggressive side," I warned and I could see the fear in her eyes before she retracted her hands.
"Let's go somewhere else," I said to Orlene, about to push her, when she stopped my hands and pointed at the lipstick the lady was holding.
"I want that lipstick; I will pay double the price," she said, and we all stared at her in disbelief.
"It's just lipstick; let it go," I whispered but she shook her head in denial. She was possessive and headstrong like her brother; she couldn't let trouble go and dive into peace.
"Are you going to exchange your wheelchair for it? I will pay triple the price," the lady said, and now the employee and I glared at her in disbelief. What was wrong with the rich?