Elena's POV
The next morning, I stared at myself in the mirror, the weight of Olivia's plan sinking in. My reflection looked back at me, familiar but also tired. Tired of everything—the lies, the betrayal, and the endless scheming.
Olivia was seated on the edge of my bed, holding up two shades of lipstick. "Okay, so I was thinking either this soft pink or this nude brown. Something professional but with a hint of confidence. What do you think, Emma?"
I chuckled, shaking my head. "I still can't believe I'm doing this. But okay, soft pink. Keep it subtle."
She handed me the tube and leaned back with a proud grin. "You're going to be a whole new woman by the time we're done. And trust me, Gabriel won't have a clue who you are."
