章 142: Each with their own plan

Olivia's room was a textbook definition of a girl's room, alphabetically ordered book on the book rack, paintings of her role models who were some old men adorned the pinkish walls while a faint fragrant of forest roses permitted the air.

In the center of the room, a round sofa and a glass tea table could be seen.

Obviously, the sofa was not as nearly fancy or luxurious as the sofas in Michael's room, compared to those, what was in front of them was mediocre, at best.

On the corner stood a tall table where Gaya saw lines of expensive liquors.

She then changed her gaze towards the corner, gazing at the vials of perfumes, she inhaled deeply only to be overwhelmed by the fragrance those small vials were radiating.