Olivia's POV
We sat at the breakfast table in silence - just me and Kennedy.
Kennedy had already finished eating and was scrolling through his phone. I was shoveling food into my mouth as fast as I could, hoping to finish before he remembered I existed and started asking more questions about my supposed orphan status or distant cousin relationship.
Maxwell still hadn't come downstairs, and despite everything, I found myself genuinely worried about him.
Should I check on him?
But what excuse could I possibly give? "Hey, I'm concerned about you. Are you okay? Are you sick? Why haven't you come down for breakfast?"
Yeah, that would go over well.
And Kira? That was a lost cause. I knew she wasn't coming down anytime soon. Not after the SpongeBob underwear incident. Not when she knew she'd have to face Kennedy across a breakfast table and pretend nothing had happened.
