From a Wrong Turn to Mr. Right novel Chapter 88

Helen Adams and Bonnie Main stopped in their tracks at the same moment.

Helen flashed Bonnie a sheepish grin. “Sorry, Bonnie, almost forgot what we were actually here for.”

Davina Ford straightened up, her tone turning businesslike. “Ms. Bennett, it’s your turn for eye makeup.”

There was laughter all around; the teasing faded out as quickly as it had flared.

Olivia Bennett didn’t protest—she knew when to accept a compliment gracefully. Picking up the eyeshadow palette, she applied a look that suited her features perfectly.

Predictably, the group showered her with praise.

Not that Olivia was paying them much mind; her hands kept moving, and their chatter never stopped.

“Alright, enough,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You keep this up and I’ll float away with all the compliments.”

She set down the palette. “I’m done—your turn now.”

Helen’s smile hadn’t faded for a second. Glancing toward the door, her eyes suddenly lit up. “Olivia, Ethan’s here!”

Olivia turned, spotting the familiar black sedan out front.

Ethan Carter was leaning casually against the car, watching the doorway.

The golden light of sunset outlined his tall frame, making him look even more striking than usual.

Even from a distance, Olivia could feel his gaze settle on her with pinpoint accuracy.

A small smile played at her lips as she turned to her friends. “I’m heading out. Good luck with your date tonight, Bonnie.”

The others snapped out of their daze, waving her off and calling their goodbyes.

As the door closed behind Olivia, the room erupted.

“Was that really Ms. Bennett’s husband? Oh my god, he’s more swoon-worthy than any of the CEOs in those romance miniseries,” Davina gushed, hands pressed to her cheeks.

Helen snorted. “Please. Those TV bosses have nothing on him. He’s even hotter than my favorite actor.”

Even Bonnie was right there with them.

“Whoa!” The second cheer was louder—more teasing than awestruck.

Olivia instantly caught on. They were doing this on purpose, making a show for her benefit.

Helpless against their antics, Olivia felt her cheeks burn. She turned back, taking the flowers from Ethan and urging, “Let’s get out of here, quick.”

Ethan caught the blush on her face, and his expression softened without him even realizing it.

He smiled, then stepped forward to hold the passenger door open.

Not wasting a second, Olivia slid inside, clutching the bouquet.

As they pulled away from the studio, the heat in Olivia’s cheeks finally faded, replaced by the sweet, heady scent of roses filling the car.

She glanced down at the flowers, breathed in their fragrance, and turned to Ethan, curiosity twinkling in her eyes. “So… what’s with the flowers? Feeling romantic all of a sudden?”