Olivia
“Olivia! How wonderful to meet your mother!”
My mother? I blinked, momentarily taken aback by Benjamin’s comment. The mention of my mother caught me off guard; it had been ages since anyone brought her up. She had passed when I was only a teenager, barely old enough to grasp the full weight of the loss.
I composed myself, shaking off the sudden wave of emotion that threatened to take over me. “I’m sorry, Benjamin, but my mother died a very long time ago.”
An awkward silence fell over the three of us. Benjamin’s eyes widened behind his wire-rimmed glasses.
“Oh my god, Olivia, I’m so sorry,” he said. “You two just just resemble each other so closely, I made an assumption…” His voice trailed off embarrassedly, and he looked away, rubbing the back of his neck.
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