Chapter 476

Olivia sank into the plush leather seat with an exhausted sigh, massaging her temples. "Just drive. I need to rest. No masks - they draw more attention than they prevent. I've got this handled."

Evelyn Whitmore's curiosity burned about how Olivia planned to conceal her identity. She never expected the dramatic transformation Olivia had orchestrated.

Olivia had completely reinvented Evelyn - from a new designer wardrobe to a total image makeover. The change was staggering. The frail, broken woman was gone.

Now Evelyn stood before the mirror in a flowing ivory gown, her hair cascading in luxurious extensions that shimmered like liquid gold. The ensemble gave her an air of effortless elegance, cleverly disguising her physical limitations. Still, her uneven gait betrayed her. Noticing this, Olivia arranged for a discreet wheelchair with several bodyguards standing by.

Evelyn barely recognized her own reflection. "This...this isn't me," she whispered.

Olivia approached, resting a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "You're a Kensington student now. And your name stays secret."

"Gregory Thornton?" Evelyn gasped. "But he's a famous artist! People will know immediately."

Olivia's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Trust me. With me beside you, no one will question a thing." She handed Evelyn a thick dossier.

As Evelyn scanned the documents, her hands trembled. "The International Jewelry Design Competition? I can't possibly... Miss Kensington, this is too much."

Olivia's expression hardened. "You came here to reclaim what's yours, didn't you? Then commit fully or don't bother. Half measures won't work here."

Evelyn shook her head vehemently. "I'm not afraid. I just don't want to be a burden. You've already given me so much."

Olivia's gaze turned steely. "Would you prefer your grandmother went to the hospital alone?"

Guilt washed over Evelyn as she bowed her head. "I'm sorry. That was thoughtless of me."

"Don't let me hear that again," Olivia said firmly.

Evelyn nodded quickly. "Understood."

Satisfied, Olivia escorted Evelyn to her new quarters - a ground floor suite arranged specially to accommodate her needs. To maintain the illusion, Olivia kept Evelyn's true identity secret even from her own family, referring to her only as Miss Kensington.

Little Isabelle was instantly enchanted by their mysterious new guest. She circled Evelyn like an excited puppy before turning to Olivia with wide, hopeful eyes. "Mama, is she my new sister? Can she share my room?"

With Olivia rarely home and Alistair's constant absences, Isabelle often felt lonely in the sprawling mansion. Olivia knelt, gently smoothing her daughter's hair. "Yes, darling, you can think of her as your sister. But remember, we'll have a special guest arriving soon - an elderly lady. I expect perfect manners."

Evelyn's head snapped up, eyes brimming with disbelief. "You're bringing Grandmother here? That's too generous. After everything you've already—" She caught Olivia's warning look and swallowed her words.

Evelyn's voice dropped to a whisper thick with emotion. "I can never repay your kindness."