Olivia's Diary: The Framed Villainess

10 Sentence of Isolation

"Alright," Marquis Praxis said. He hadn't even noticed that not once did Olivia call him father since she had come home from the castle. He never paid much attention to her. He also didn't notice that Olivia had not sought out his wife for help yesterday like she normally would. He had long stopped caring about Olivia as a person. If he could go back in time, he would not have adopted her. He was just lucky his daughter had not been influenced by her.
The convent would be the perfect place to fix Olivia's personality.

"I'll send word to the convent to expect you in a couple of weeks," he said with his face still stiff from anger.

"No!" Came a shriek from the door. Graciella appeared delicately but finely dressed, as she anxiously pushed her way into the room. "You can't!"

She dropped to the floor, kneeling in front of her father, "Please! She's my sister!"

The Marquis melted. His beloved daughter was now begging him on the behalf of this creature. He loved his daughter and wanted to give her everything she ever wanted.

But even in this he had limits. He could not allow Olivia to stay next to Graciella anymore.
He glared at Olivia, and said go to your Room. As Olivia exited, she could hear him say, "Due to Olivia's actions she could no longer stay in this house. I should have sent her away a long time ago. Before she had a chance to ruin your reputation. But I know you love her. So I have kept her here as long as I could. But her actions at the Ball have shown me that Olivia will not learn to be good. But I know you love her. So I have kept her here as long as I could. But her actions at the Ball have shown me that Olivia will not learn to be good."

Olivia was suddenly relieved, and she began her trek to her Room. She tried to look for Lorne, but she was glowing on the inside. She would finally, finally get away from this family. After reading some of the diary left by her predecessor she knew she could not stay in this family.

Olivia closed the door to her room, jumped onto the bed, and squealed into the pillow happily. She did not want to have anyone hear her celebrate. If they were to know she was happy about this plan, then she would likely not have this plan succeed. There was no way she could risk this happening.

Olivia decided to look at the diaries, and see if anything had changed due to her actions today.
She opened the diary and saw that nothing had changed. Did it not change with her actions? How did this thing even work? It was not fair, if it did not show her what changes were being made. It was not fair, if it did not show her what changes were being made.

She honestly wondered where the coffee stain even came from. Olivia never had anything to drink, when she was filling out the diary. She couldn't risk any servants seeing it, and delivering it to Graciella. She always made sure she would be alone, completely alone, when she filled out the diary. It was her one secret.

Olivia Suddenly hid the diary under her pillow, there was a knock at her door.She sat up on her bed in a penitent manner and said, come in.

It was the Butler. He didn't enter, but stood at the door. "Miss," said the Butler, "I have come to inform you Per orders of the marquis, that you are grounded to your Apartment. You are not to leave this apartment for any reason."

"I understand," Olivia said. "And for my meals?" She had asked because she knew that yesterday she had not been served a single meal after coming home from the castle. Not until Agetha brought her something to eat late in the day.

"Your meals will be brought up by me personally. The marquis wants you to have limited contact with everyone in this house until you go to the convent."

"I understand," Olivia said once again.

She knew she could not thank him. It would just breed suspicion, because the nobility did not thank their servants. Plus would she originally even have been happy about this if she was the original? She didn't know. "Is that everything?" Olivia asked as the Butler had not moved from the door.