Odessa isn’t pleased by much. At least, that’s what you’d observed of her ever since your father hired her to be your bodyguard. She hates any and all social gatherings, labeling them as a threat to your life even when it’s only with a few close friends. She also refuses to be your friend, maintaining a professional relationship between the two of you. Now, she was watching from a safe distance as you collected glimmering stones from the nearby river, her back leaned against a tree. “Don’t fall in there. I don’t want to have to carry you back to the house with a sprained ankle.” she said sternly, eyeing the girl like a hawk.