Satisfaction flashed across his face. "Good. Dinner starts at seven."
He turned and guided Mia out of the room, whispering something in her ear that made her laugh.
The door closed behind them.
I stood there for a long moment, staring at the closed door with a glare on my face. My wolf paced angrily in my mind. She wanted revenge.
James had no idea of the storm that was coming for him.
Olivia's POV
At 7:00, I walked downstairs wearing a simple black dress.
James was in the living room with Mia. When he saw me, he frowned.
"You're wearing black?"
"I have no reason to celebrate," I said quietly.
His jaw tightened, but he didn't argue.
Mia, meanwhile, was wearing a flowing pink dress that made her look radiant and glowing.
"You look beautiful," James told her softly.
She beamed. "Thank you."
He didn't even glance at me.
The doorbell rang.
"That'll be your parents," James said, heading to the door.
I watched him greet my mother and father with warm hugs and handshakes.
My mother spotted me and frowned. "Olivia, why are you wearing black? This is a celebration."
"I cannot celebrate when Alice is still fighting for her life," I said simply.