Olivia's POV
I stood rooted to the spot, my entire body frozen as I stared at this... this imposter.
He was wearing Oliver's kinda clothes - the same baggy jeans and oversized hoodie I usually wear to hide my feminine figure. The same short wig I wore every day. The same carefully applied facial hair that Nikita had taught me to apply. Everything down to the smallest detail was perfect.
But who was underneath? Male? Female? I couldn't tell.
What the hell is happening?
Beside me, I heard Kira's sharp intake of breath. She was just as shocked, her eyes wide and disbelieving as she stared at the newcomer.
My mother's voice filtered through the fog in my brain, catching only the tail end of her introduction. "...Kennedy's friend Maxwell Wellington. He came with his personal assistant, Oliver Hopton, who also happens to be your distant cousin! Isn't that beautiful?"
"Wait, what?" The words burst out of me before I could stop them.
