"Miss Smith, your mom requested that you come down for breakfast," a robotic voice echoed through the room, and Emma froze.
She hadn't even used her one minute of cuddling Honey the bunny before the voice startled her.
With a sigh, she let go of Honey and slowly pushed herself up. Her head still throbbed faintly, making her groan as she stood.
Dragging her feet toward the desk beside the bed, she spotted a small, circular stereo-like device with a square screen at its center. It was still on, displaying the message that had just been delivered except its content wasn't identical. The message on the screen read: "Baby, please come down for breakfast."
Which meant the bot had been configured to soften the words.
Today… today felt like the real beginning of her mission. Yesterday was merely a welcoming ceremony.
Feeling suffocated by the dress still hugging her body and her cleavage still pushed up, Emma reached behind her and unzipped it, releasing a breath she didn't even know she'd been holding. Her steps toward the bathroom were slow and heavy until…
"Baby, do you want to have breakfast in your room? Please reply to me. You didn't eat anything last night," the robotic voice chimed again, this time delivering the message without edits.
"Oh! That's right!" Emma blurted, hurrying back to the device. She leaned forward and replied that she would come down for breakfast after her bath.
There was no need to feel awkward Olivia's memories were as fresh as her own. They had merged with her so seamlessly that she felt like she had lived here her whole life.
And based on what she had just learned and what still weighed heavily on her chest she couldn't even bring herself to complain about how everything in the room screamed Olivia, from the décor to the customized settings meant to make the girl appear carefree and lazy.
From Olivia's memories, she remembered the girl almost never typed messages to her parents. She usually spoke them out loud unless she was browsing online.
Everything Olivia projected was a shield, an elaborate wall built to hide how miserable she truly felt.
Emma wiped her tears with the back of her hand as she entered Olivia's bathroom.
The massive standing mirror gleamed like it was brand-new, as if it had just been delivered. The jacuzzi bathtub was already filled, overflowing with plush soap bubbles. A soothing lemon scent filled the space, so calming she nearly closed her eyes just to enjoy breathing it in.
When was all this prepared?
The question hit her as the temptation to jump into the tub immediately washed over her.
According to Olivia's memories, she never saw anyone preparing these things. She had a system but her system didn't "sleep" with her.
"How did this happen?" Emma asked Honey.
"The outer part of the room has been cleaned. The bathroom and your closet have also been arranged. After you leave for breakfast, your main bedroom will undergo cleaning as well," Honey replied, as if compelled to give the information.
Emma remembered the system mentioning it could access everything about her except anything related to the main mission.
"Oh, wow…" she breathed. The thought of cleaning the entire room by herself had already overwhelmed her. The title "heiress" still hadn't fully settled into her bones. It was real… but a part of her stubbornly refused to accept it completely.
She slipped out of her outfit and examined the dress, now nearly naked except for the red panties still on her. Curiously, she felt the built-in bra cups, then folded the gown neatly. Searching for a washing machine in the colossal bathroom led to nothing.
Setting the dress aside, she approached the mirror again and stared at her reflection.
It didn't feel like Olivia's body.
It felt like… hers.
Except for one detail Olivia's milky-white breasts were pristine, untouched.
Everything looked so clean.
She wondered how Olivia would feel knowing Brian's savage kisses had left hickeys that would take days to fade. Olivia's skin was incredibly sensitive, wounds healed slowly, scars faded reluctantly.
Sighing, she removed her panties and stepped into the tub.
From Olivia's memories, she saw how the girl used to sit in the tub scrolling through her phone without considering that her parents wouldn't start eating until she joined them. No matter how long she took… they always waited.
The warm water embraced her, soothing her headache and relaxing every tense nerve.
She giggled when she noticed Honey turn around, deliberately facing the wall to avoid watching her bathe.
"Stop being dramatic," Emma muttered. She had been used to bathing with Nemo; this was nothing.
It only took her thirty minutes to get ready; her stomach was beginning to growl. Searching Olivia's closet for something simple was futile; everything was flashy. Reluctantly, she picked a pink floral short dress barely past her bum and wore bum shorts underneath to protect herself whenever she sat.
…
Laura and Smith were already used to waiting for their daughter, so they chatted casually while the maids prepared another round of fresh food in case the current dishes cooled before Emma arrived.
The couple discussed Max and Olivia's interaction the previous night.
Laura had calmed down after reflecting. Their daughter had seemed noticeably more composed after dancing with Max. Maybe her pride made her insist that they never let Max dance with him again but the truth was clearer now: she had been attracted to him.
Olivia never asked for anyone's number. Even when someone helped her, her parents were usually the ones thanking the person for her.
She simply wasn't the type to care.
Given their observations, Laura and Smith had contacted Max's parents, casually hinting at their discovery.
To their surprise, Max's parents were even more eager to secure their son's future in the country with marriage. They had already made a proposal to Smith and Laura.