Chapter 46 - Questionable Enthusiasm (1/2)
The sun was high up in the sky but the restaurant that the four ladies dined in felt like a sub-zero deep freezer with each lady having cunning thoughts to herself as they pretended to tinker with their phones.
Ava, whose back was facing the floor to ceiling window that showed other shoppers passing by, was thinking of how to bait Olivia just so she could prove her intuition was right.
Across her was Emily who was busy creating scenarios in her mind as to how to put Fiona in her rightful place… away from her and her friends and back to showbusiness where she belongs.
Fiona, on the other hand, who sat to Ava's left, was thinking of ways to snag that exclusive birthday dinner invitation.
And Olivia, who was running out of patience, was furtively tapping her fingers on her l.a.p under the table as the slow service was getting on her nerves.
It had been fifteen minutes since they placed their orders and no food was in sight. She's hungry and she needed her meal now, not a minute later.
At that time, Olivia tried her best to divert her attention from her brewing anger by checking out her fingernails. She started to contemplate on getting her nails done after lunch.
Suddenly, Olivia's phone started to ring, breaking the block of an iceberg that was floating on their table. She glanced at her phone that laid screen up on the table and thought twice whether she should pick up the call.
Somehow Olivia's gaze lingered on her phone long enough for the three other ladies to sneakily dart their eyes to her phone. Emily, Ava, and Fiona's eyes widened like saucers as they all saw the name that was flashed on Olivia's phone screen.
Emily and Ava hid their smiles, pretending to take a sip on their empty teacups as they witnessed Fiona's face briefly drop before putting on her best actress face for them to see.
Olivia felt the three ladies' eagle-like stares, prompting her to glance up to meet their judgemental eyes and instantly smelled the spirit of inquiry oozing from their skin.
”Aren't you going to pick that up, Livi?” Ava slyly urged, a corner of her lips curled up in jubilation over getting her instinct proven to be right.
Annoyed at Ava's questionable enthusiasm over her phone call, Olivia stood and excused herself, walking away from the table. She stopped just before she reached the double door entryway where a wall mounted aquarium served as a divider between the entrance and restaurant's service area. She glanced over her shoulder and came to the conclusion that she was a good distance from the other's earshot.
Olivia looked over her shoulder one more time and locked eyes with Ava's beady round ones so she c.o.c.ked an eyebrow at Ava as if telling her sister-in-law to mind her own business. Ava responded with an irksome smirk before moving her attention to Fiona.
Thousands of miles away, Maxen fist pumped in the air when Olivia picked up his call. It meant that she's not that angry anymore, right? Renewed with hope, he cleared his throat and tried to simmer down the euphoria that filled his spirit so as not to sound chirpy during their conversation.