As soon as Olivia and her mother stepped into her bedroom, Stella closed the door behind them and turned to her daughter, her brows furrowed with irritation. The silence in the room was thick, broken only by the faint murmur of music from the reception at the other wing of the house.
Stella's sharp gaze fixed on Olivia, her voice low but piercing as she spoke. "What were you thinking with that vow, Olivia?" she demanded, crossing her arms tightly. "Do you have any idea how you embarrassed our family in front of those guests?"
Olivia's lips tightened as she turned away, giving a dismissive shrug. "I didn't embarrass anyone, Mum," she replied, her tone flat.
Stella's eyes narrowed. "Oh, really? And you think our guests are fools who wouldn't understand the meaning behind your words? Most of them must have seen that article about Owen by now, so I have no doubt they caught on quickly to the real message in your vow."