Olivia suddenly let out a slow breath, breaking the tension that had been simmering in the room.
"Princess," Olivia began, her voice steady yet sharp, "were you the one who called Lucian last night?"
Her question caught both Rose and Celestia off guard. Rose's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but her demeanor quickly shifted to something more guarded hostile, even. Celestia, however, remained composed, though a flicker of curiosity passed across her face.
Lucian, who had been silently trying to avoid the brewing storm, let out a heavy sigh and buried his face in his hand. Here we go again, he thought.
"Pardon?" Celestia said, feigning innocence, though she had a pretty good idea of what Olivia was getting at.
Olivia's sharp gaze didn't waver. "I asked," she repeated, her tone unwavering, "if you were the one who called Lucian last evening the one whose number is saved as My Wifey on his phone."
