From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 32

She took another quick glance, then snapped a photo of Olivia Bennett standing alone outside the restaurant and sent it off.

Her fingers danced effortlessly across the screen.

[Look, isn’t that your ever-so-charming and greedy dear sister?]

[You and Daniel Gill are about to get married, and she’s still clinging on, huh?]

[Just look at this—Daniel couldn’t have been more obvious about ditching her, and she just stood there, staring after him like a lost puppy.]

[Seriously, doesn’t she have any self-respect left?]

[Just a heads up: you better watch your back and don’t let her get anything over on you.]

[Women like her, with zero shame, who knows what kind of dirty tricks they’ll pull.]

[If it were me, Olivia, I’d have made sure she never showed her face around here again.]

[Trust me, when it comes to dealing with bitches like this, don’t go easy on them.]

[Someone needs to teach her a lesson or she’ll never know her place.]

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For the next few days, Olivia Bennett threw herself into prepping for her new studio’s big opening.

After a couple of long days, she’d managed to hire two makeup artists and a photographer, and the grand opening date was officially set.

Helen Adams, meanwhile, was busy running the studio’s Instagram, keeping track of appointments, and making sure everything was ready to roll. The place was finally coming together.

One afternoon, Olivia stopped by the studio to check things over. Everything was spotless, Helen had handled the final details, and Olivia felt a wave of relief. They were good to go.

But as she stepped outside, she ran right into the last person she wanted to see.

Olivia just blinked, expression unreadable, though inside she felt a flicker of confusion.

She and Daniel both had busy jobs, and most of their dates had been at coffee shops or burger joints. She’d hardly left anything at his place. And when they broke up, she’d made sure to clear out whatever she had.

So what could possibly be left?

“Whatever it is, you should just throw it out if it’s bothering you,” Olivia said coolly.

“Daniel insisted I return it,” Lavinia replied, voice icy. “He said, and I quote, ‘it’s her stuff, even if I’d like to toss it, I should at least let her know.’”

She gave Olivia a sidelong glance, lips curling in disdain. “Honestly, it looked like it meant something to you. Are you sure you don’t want it?”

Olivia hesitated for just a second. “I’m sure. Toss it.”

Whatever it was, it couldn’t be that important. If it annoyed Lavinia that much, it was probably just some leftover connection to Daniel Gill—and she was well rid of both.