The first thing Olivia noticed the moment she entered the house was the cold glare that followed her. It had been a long while since Noah watched her enter the house without welcoming her with a hug and at least five kisses.
"Good evening." Olivia greeted calmly but received no reply. She glared at Noah, accessing his emotions and trying to read meaning into the cold look he had on his face. "Aren't you going to respond? Or are you simply going to ignore me all night?"
Noah didn't speak, he merely walked forward and tossed printed photos of Olivia and Michael right in front of her. Recognizing the pictures in front of her, Olivia paused immediately, now sure of why he was acting so coldly.
"So are these real or fake?" He demanded, his voice loud but still a bit contained. Olivia could tell he was angry, and that he was doing his best to keep his emotions in check. The last thing she wanted to do at that moment was try anything that might push him beyond his tolerance rate.
