From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 85

“I really feel bad about this. Come on, just drink it, will you? I’ll probably need your help again sometime, and if you say no now, I’ll feel awkward showing up to take photos at your place again.”

Olivia Bennett sighed, exasperated. “Adelina, seriously, you should just have it yourself. I’m fine, really.”

Adelina Lane looked at her earnestly. “Are you worried about something? Don’t be. I promise, I’m not trying to poison you or anything.”

Olivia rolled her eyes. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Then just try it.” Adelina popped the lid off the thermos.

Instantly, the sweet, rich aroma of homemade chicken noodle soup filled the air.

“Drink up first, then we’ll talk photos,” Adelina insisted, her eyes shining with anticipation.

Olivia glanced at her, realizing saying no was pretty much impossible at this point. After a bit more back-and-forth, she caved and took a couple sips.

“So?” Adelina asked eagerly.

Olivia nodded. “It’s really good. Super fresh.”

Adelina’s face lit up. “You need some real food in you. Seriously, if there’s anything you’re craving, let me know—I’ll bring it next time.”

Olivia blinked, a little taken aback. Was this…overly friendly?

“No, really, you don’t have to go to all that trouble for me,” Olivia said, trying to be polite.

“It’s no trouble,” Adelina replied cheerfully. “Honestly, I don’t have much going on most days. Meeting you yesterday was the first interesting thing that’s happened in a while.”

Yikes, Olivia thought. She sounded a bit like a lonely old lady.

“That’s sweet. You’re welcome to drop by anytime,” Olivia said kindly. “Even if I don’t have any photos to take.”

Adelina grinned. “I’ll take you up on that.”

They chatted for a while longer and set up another session for hair and makeup. Eventually, Adelina headed out.

Helen Adams watched her leave, then turned to Olivia, looking utterly baffled. “Olivia, are you sure you don’t know Adelina from somewhere?”

Olivia shook her head. “Nope. Never met her before yesterday.”

“Then why is she being so nice to you?”

Olivia shrugged, just as confused. “I have no idea. Maybe she’s just a genuinely nice person?”

Helen held up her finger, waving it in front of Olivia’s face. “Then why isn’t she nice to me?”

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