Olivia felt excited on Tuesday because of her second date with Logan. She couldn't focus on her work effectively, her mind drifting back to their first date and the promise of the second. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach every time Olivia thought about him. She had dated other guys before, but something about Logan felt different. An inexplicable connection made her heart race and her thoughts scatter.

'Maybe he's the perfect guy for me,' she thought, smiling.

Finally, at 5 pm, she headed home and took a shower. She pampered herself with her favorite beauty products, savoring the luxurious scents and textures. Then, she put on her new dress—a stunning, deep red number that hugged her curves and made her feel incredibly self-assured. The dress featured thin straps and a plunging neckline, accentuating her figure beautifully. The flowing fabric moved with her, giving her an air of effortless elegance. Olivia couldn't help but smile at her reflection, feeling excited yet nervous for the night ahead.

Olivia took her phone and called Logan. The phone rang a few times before he answered.

"Hello!" Logan said, and Olivia's heart fluttered at hearing his voice.

"Hey, I'm ready and about to leave the house now," Olivia said.

"Okay. I'm waiting for you," Logan replied, his voice happy and warm.

After calling Logan, Olivia made a video call to Susan. Susan answered the phone instantly as if she had anticipated the call.

"Oh my gosh, you look amazing!" Susan screamed, seeing Olivia through the video call.

"Thanks! I'm about to leave now," Olivia said, grinning.

"Okay, girl. He'll go crazy when he sees you like that," Susan said, still screaming with happiness. Olivia laughed.

"Alright, girl. Good night. I'll call you later," Olivia said and ended the call.

She got into her car and drove to Logan's house. Olivia knew the area well and didn't worry about finding the place. However, she opened Google Maps, double-checking the route as she navigated the familiar streets. The anticipation built with every mile, her thoughts racing with excitement and curiosity about what the evening would hold.

As Olivia drove through the city streets, the night enveloped her in a blanket of calm. The streetlights cast a warm, golden glow, illuminating the road ahead in a rhythmic pattern. The occasional car passed by, its headlights lighting up her interior before fading into the distance.

The engine hummed comfortingly, blending with soft music from her car's speakers. "Grey Lines" by Austin George played softly, its mellow tune perfectly matching her contemplative mood. The city seemed quieter at this hour, with most people already settled in for the night. Lit windows dotted the buildings and houses she passed, each telling its story.

Her mind drifted back to the past, recalling family trips she had taken with her parents and siblings at night. Olivia remembered how it felt when they came back home after a trip. Her dad would drive the car, her mom sitting silently next to him, staring out at the night. While her sibling slept in the back, Olivia would look out from her window, feeling the night and its quiet mystery.

The same feeling she had during those times washed over her now, a mix of tranquility and a tinge of melancholy. She could still vividly recall the comfort and safety she had felt, juxtaposed with a sense of loneliness that was difficult to explain. The nostalgia brought sadness as she suddenly missed her sweet childhood memories with her parents and siblings.

Determined to reconnect with those cherished moments, she made a mental note to call her family once she got home after meeting Logan. The thought brought a small smile to her face, easing the loneliness as she continued her drive, feeling a little more grounded and ready for the evening ahead.

Finally, Olivia reached Logan's house, and it was breathtakingly grand. The mansion stood majestically, bathed in the soft glow of exterior lights, highlighting its intricate architecture. Ivy climbed the stone walls, and large windows emitted a warm, inviting light. The lush garden surrounding the house was meticulously maintained, with twinkling lights scattered throughout, creating an almost magical ambiance.

Olivia felt a mix of emotions as she parked her car. Awe and admiration for Logan's beautiful home washed over her, but there was also a hint of intimidation. She wondered about the kind of life Logan led and if she fit into it. The house's magnificence made her feel excited and slightly out of place.

As she walked up the stone pathway, she took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. The house, with its enchanting presence, seemed like something out of a fairy tale, and Olivia couldn't help but feel a bit like Cinderella, about to step into a new and unknown world. Her anticipation grew with each step, mingled with a tinge of anxiety, as she prepared to see where this night might lead.

There was a security guard at the gate, and Olivia introduced herself. The guard gave her a respectful smile, showing he knew about her expected arrival. He quickly opened the gate, and Olivia drove onto the property, parked her car, and stepped out.

She walked to the front door and rang the doorbell. After a few seconds, the door opened, and relief washed over her as she saw Logan in the doorway, smiling at her. He wore a crisp white shirt and dark blue jeans that hugged his form perfectly. His clothes looked expensive, exuding an effortless elegance. The way the shirt's fabric contrasted with his tanned skin and the fit of the jeans emphasized his athletic build. Logan looked undeniably sexy. His welcoming smile only added to his charm.