Years had passed so quickly.
Now, Olivia was no longer a small child of 11 years old, but a woman of 18.
Olivia stood in front of the mirror straightening her maid uniform as usual. No wrinkles and not a single mistake.
But her eyes.... empty. Like the eyes of someone with no life and no spark left. Her hand reached for the door knob. Then,
"....good morning, My Lady," she said quietly. Her voice sounded calm. As if it no longer belonged to her. Both of them froze watching Olivia who was walking toward them. Then she sat down as usual but as usual she stayed quiet. Not asking questions and not being noisy like her old self.
Celine and Ophlia who had been watching Olivia's drastic behaviour for years let out a breath.
"She's been like this again..."
Ophlia whispered quietly. They had no more ideas on how to bring Olivia back to how she used to be. Ophlia stood up and walked toward her long desk. She started opening her documents.
