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#34 in MURDER-MYSTERY
After a middle aged businessman was found brutally murdered in a high-end restaurant Olivia Summers, a forensic expert working for NYPD, suspects the owner of the restaurant himself. But when the said suspect is a d...
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Olivia stood examining her reflection in the full scale mirror after a much needed bath session.
She had ransacked the guest bathroom to find many unopened, expensive feminine oils and lotions and came to a conclusion that they were brought for her. It unnerved her to find her favorite peach-flavored body cream and vanilla scented shampoo on the cabinet. But then again, her host was a God; don't Gods know everything and anything?
After a thorough wash that included waxing and primping that she was long over-due, she felt like a new human being.
That was until her eye caught the full-scale mirror.
She watched her frame curiously and flicked back to her grey eyes that suddenly seemed so bright. She leaned closer to her reflection whose face was locked in confusion. Her eyes were almost silvery and shone as if there were tiny pieces of glitter lodged in the ridges of her pupils. Her platinum hair shone under the harsh lighting inside the bathroom as if she got new highlights and volume therapy. Her skin had lost its paleness to her creamy, milky complexion and seemed plumped with a healthy glow. Her body appeared more toned than ever before; her stomach was flat and her thigh muscles were sinewy and lean. It made her breasts look fuller and her hips wide and ample.
Not that she wasn't pretty before; Olivia didn't need another person tell her that she looked good. But she was quite sure that her appearance was downier than many of the women out there. Her pale complexion along with her bland hair and dreary eyes ruined the attractiveness of her bone structure.
But now...
Olivia hurriedly pat her body dry and pulled on grey baggy sweatpants and an apricot colored cut-off sweatshirt. She blow dried her hair and applied some perfumed creams on her neck, arms and feet before padding out of the bathroom. She was in the middle of applying her day-cream on her face when her phone chimed.
Mr. Fluffington chittered indignantly from where he sat dozing on top of the dresser. Olivia moved towards her phone on the nightstand, wondering who it could be. For a moment she thought detective Tucker would be the one calling her, enquiring why she requested to extend her leave note. But her phone showed Lee's lopsided grin and she froze.
She didn't expect that; not one bit.
Natasha had laid off of harassing her with spam calls after Olivia's little chat with her mom but she hadn't been anticipating Lee. Lee had always been the cool and collected twin with a little streak of protectiveness and she had never been the one to initiate any contacts. Lee had always respected Olivia's privacy and whenever they did fight, Lee had been the one to wait it out au contraire to her twin who bombed Olivia's phone every minute.
Olivia grew anxious as her ringtone was ran to its last notes; torn between wanting to take it and not wanting to take it. Succumbing to impulse, Olivia swiped accepted the call just as the ringtone was ending.
