Olivia's smile widened as the butler served her a chilled glass of champagne alongside gold-plated chocolates. She delicately picked up a piece, savouring its richness, and couldn't resist snapping a photo of the luxurious spread against the plush interior of the Rolls Royce.
She imagined the envy her friends would feel when she shared the pictures later, hinting at her high-society evening.
Lowering her glass, she glanced at the butler. "Is Mrs. Scott home now?"
"Yes," he replied with a polite nod.
"She certainly knows how to make a guest feel valued," Olivia commented with a proud smirk.
"Thank you, Mrs. Owen," the butler replied, his tone professional and neutral. A second later, the privacy glass between the back and front seats smoothly slid up, leaving Olivia to her thoughts.
