Olivia's POV
I appeared back in my room and quietly made my way toward the one I assumed my mother was staying in. Reaching the door, I inhaled deeply before pushing it open.
Stepping inside, I found her seated on the bed, her back resting against the headboard, while Calvin sat beside her, feeding her small bites of food.
The moment her eyes landed on me, a big, bright smile spread across her face. It was the kind of smile that reached her eyes, softening her features. Something about it felt… contagious. I couldn't help but smile back.
I walked closer to the bed, and she immediately patted the space beside her, urging me to sit. I didn't hesitate. I lowered myself onto the mattress.
Her gaze swept over me slowly, deliberately, as if memorizing every detail of my face. "You look so beautiful," she said softly, warmth coating every syllable.
I smiled faintly. "All thanks to your genes."
