Why Don't You STAY

A NIGHT OF REVELATION'S

Weeks flew by at university, and Olivia and I became inseparable. Our friend group, consisting of Lana Williams, Zack Grey, Chris Suppasit, and us, was unstoppable. We shared classes, laughed together during breaks, and explored the city on weekends.

University life was a welcome distraction from my complicated home life. Dad's business trips increased, and when he was home, I was at university. Our interactions became fleeting.

The unsettling encounter with Victoria at the restaurant still lingered in my memory. Despite my close bond with Olivia, I'd never visited her house. Instead, she'd slept over at mine twice, with Dad's enthusiastic approval.

"Olivia's an amazing friend, kiddo," he'd said. "She's welcome anytime."

Olivia occasionally mentioned Victoria, sharing stories of her mom's cooking or how her mom picked her up from events. Yet, I hadn't seen Victoria since that fateful night.

One evening, in the university cafeteria, Olivia excitedly mentioned her mom's upcoming dinner party.

"Mom's inviting my closest friends," she said, eyes sparkling. "You guys should come!"

Lana and Zack exchanged excited glances. Chris grinned. I hesitated.

"Are you sure your mom won't mind us joining?" I asked.

Olivia's smile widened. "Yes! She's actually excited to meet you all, especially you, Catherine. I'm always talking about you."

I smiled, feeling mixed emotions. Was I ready to face Victoria again?

Chris laughed. "We're in, Liv."

I couldn't resist Olivia's excitement. "Sounds like fun. Count me in."

Friday had finally arrived, and tomorrow was the day - Olivia's mom's dinner party! Butterflies danced in my stomach as I swung between excitement and nerves. I had to ask Dad for permission, knowing he'd have some conditions.

"Dad, can I go to Olivia's for dinner tomorrow?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

He looked up from his laptop, a hint of concern in his eyes. "Yes, but the guards will need to accompany you."

I nodded, familiar with this routine. Why did I always need guards? Was it just precaution or something more? The question lingered, but I never mustered the courage to ask.

After university, I returned home, changed into comfy clothes, and mindlessly scrolled through Instagram and TikTok. My brain wandered to tomorrow's party.

As I drifted off to sleep, my phone buzzed with Olivia's text: "Can't wait for tomorrow! Mom's making her famous lasagna."

I smiled, feeling a surge of excitement. Tomorrow was going to be fun.

Saturday morning arrived, and I indulged in a luxurious sleep-in, courtesy of the weekend. My stomach growled, demanding attention. I sauntered to the kitchen, where Robert, our wonderful chef, had laid out a mouthwatering spread.

"Good morning, sleepyhead!" Robert said with a warm smile.

My eyes widened at the feast: fluffy waffles, crispy sunny-side-up eggs, rich Nutella, and an assortment of decadent cakes. And, of course, a steaming Cappuccino to wash it all down.

"Robert, you're a genius!" I exclaimed.

To complete the indulgence, I added a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. The perfect weekend brunch.

As I savored each bite, my thoughts drifted to tonight's dinner party at Olivia's. Excitement and nerves tangled in my stomach.

Robert's voice interrupted my musings. "Enjoy your meal, Catherine. You deserve a relaxing morning."