Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 291: The Date

Olivia’s POV

Nora and Lolita pulled toward my vanity the mont it was 5 p.m.

"Sit," Nora said with a tiny smile. "We’re dressing you up. You’ve got a date to slay tonight."

I chuckled weakly but obeyed, letting them take over.

Lolita stood behind , her fingers running through my hair. "Your roots are showing," she noted softly.

"I know," I murmured. "I was thinking... maybe I should go back to black. My natural color."

Nora perked up. "Really?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

Within minutes, the blonde was gone—replaced by the rich, glossy black I hadn’t seen in months.

When I looked at myself in the mirror, I barely recognized the girl staring back. Not because she looked different... but because, for once, she looked like .

"You look stunning," Lolita said, giving my shoulders a little squeeze.

"Absolutely divine," Nora agreed, holding up a blue gown. It shimred faintly under the lights, hugging all the right places. "Try this. The triplets are going to go breathless when they see you."

I smiled at that, feeling a sudden flutter in my stomach.

As Nora helped zip up, sothing tugged at the back of my mind. I bit my lip, debating with myself for a mont before finally turning to them.

"Can I ask you both sothing... a little personal?"

Nora raised a brow. "Of course."

Lolita grinned. "Now you’ve got my attention."

I hesitated, then looked between them. "Have you two ever... you know... had sex before?"

Nora’s eyes widened, and she quickly shook her head, her cheeks flushing. "No! I—I haven’t. I’m still a virgin."

Lolita, on the other hand, just gave a knowing smile. "I have. A few tis."

I nodded slowly, heart thudding a little faster.

"I think I want to... with them," I admitted softly. "With the triplets. I know it sounds crazy, but I... I just feel it. Like I want to give that part of myself to them. All of them."

Lolita didn’t look surprised. She moved to sit on the edge of the bed, looking thoughtful.

"It doesn’t sound crazy," she said gently. "You love them."

Nora sat beside her, still looking a little dazed. "Wow..."

I walked over and sat too, fiddling with the hem of the gown. "But I’ve never... I an, how do you even do sothing like that? With three of them? At once?"

Lolita chuckled. "You don’t have to do it all at once, Olivia."

"But what if I want to?" I asked shyly. "What if I want it to be... special but shared? Like... all of us together. I want them to know I’m theirs. And I want to feel that I’m theirs too."

Nora covered her mouth, her eyes wide. "You’re bolder than I thought."

Lolita, on the other hand, smiled warmly. "Then you take your ti. You talk to them. Tell them how you feel. And when the mont cos—you let them show you, guide you, but also trust your own body. Your own instincts."

I exhaled slowly, trying to steady the fluttering nerves in my chest.

Lolita leaned in. "If it’s love—and I know it is—it’ll be unforgettable. Just... make sure it’s your choice."

I nodded slowly, my heart hamring a little faster as I imagined what tonight might bring.

Nora leaned over, carefully applying the final stroke of mascara to my lashes while Lolita adjusted the straps of my gown.

"You’re glowing," Lolita said proudly, stepping back to admire their work. "Like... damn. If I were one of them, I’d fall on my knees."

Nora grinned. "They’re not going to survive tonight."

She bent down and slipped a pair of sapphire-blue heels onto my feet, fastening the delicate straps around my ankles. The heels matched the gown perfectly, adding just the right amount of height—and elegance.

As she stood, Nora gently touched my hand and t my eyes. "Don’t worry about your brother tonight, okay?"

I blinked.

But she quickly turned away, adjusting the necklace around my throat. Lolita shot her a side glance but said nothing.

I frowned slightly, sensing sothing unspoken between them... but I let it go. For now.

Just then, a voice brushed across my mind.

"Are you ready?" Lennox’s voice ca through the mind-link, his tone gentle, laced with anticipation.

A smile tugged at my lips. "Yes. I’m ready."

"We’re on the rooftop," he added. "Co find us."

I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

Lolita noticed the shift in my expression. "Let guess. That was one of them."

I nodded slowly. "They’re waiting."

Nora clapped her hands softly. "Then go. Knock them dead."

Lolita winked. "Or knock them to their knees. Sa effect."

I laughed, nerves and excitent swirling in my chest as I prepared to teleport.

With one final deep breath, I closed my eyes and teleported.

When I opened them again, I was standing on the rooftop of the Luciano mansion—and the mont I arrived, the air caught in my lungs.

My breath... was gone.

The entire rooftop had been transford into sothing out of a dream.

Hundreds of candles glowed softly along the floor, their flas flickering gently in the evening breeze, casting a golden haze over everything. Twinkling fairy lights hung from overhead, draped like falling stars across the edges of the rooftop canopy. The scent of jasmine floated faintly in the air, blending perfectly with the warm night.

But it wasn’t the lights that stole my breath completely.

It was the photographs.

All around , clipped onto delicate strings and pinned between vines and lanterns... were pictures.

Pictures of .

Of us.

I took a slow step forward, my eyes scanning the nearest photo. It was —barely ten years old—grinning with frosting all over my cheeks. Louis stood behind , making bunny ears over my head while Lennox tried to swipe a piece of cake from my plate. Levi was to my right, holding up a badly wrapped gift with my na scrawled on it in big, ssy letters.

My tenth birthday.

I hadn’t seen that photo in years. I didn’t even rember it being taken. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached out and brushed the edge of it.

Further along, there was another— in a pale blue graduation gown, cap in hand, tears in my eyes. Lennox had his arm around my shoulder, pulling in close while Levi stood at my other side, offering a soft smile. Louis had sohow managed to photobomb the shot, halfway through lifting off the ground in a hug.

I laughed softly to myself.

There was one of us all at a lake, soaked and laughing, with chasing Levi through the shallows while Louis and Lennox pushed each other off a dock.

Another one of curled up on a couch, sound asleep, my head on Lennox’s lap, while Levi’s hand rested gently on my ankle—and Louis was in the background, asleep on the floor beside us with a book covering his face.

And then there were candid shots... raw monts.

crying into Louis’s shoulder one night after I failed an important test.

Levi helping braid my hair because I was too tired to do it myself.

Lennox carrying on his back up a hill because I’d twisted my ankle during training and refused to be left behind.

I couldn’t speak.

I hadn’t seen these in years.

I didn’t even know they had them.

So were torn at the edges, a little faded, others looking like they’d been tucked away in wallets or books.

I slowly walked past them, my heart aching and blooming at once. Every picture was a mory. A ghost of who we used to be... and maybe, who we could be again.

"Do you like it?"

I turned.

There they were.

The triplets stood near the edge of the rooftop, backlit by the soft glow of string lights. All three of them were dressed in fitted black shirts and slacks, sharp and heartbreakingly handso, but what stole my breath again—wasn’t just the way they looked.

It was how they were looking at .

Like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.

Lennox stepped forward first, his eyes roaming over slowly like he was morizing everything—my hair, my dress, my lips.

"You’re... stunning," he said quietly.

"Absolutely unreal," Louis added, slipping beside him with a crooked smile, though his eyes held sothing far deeper.

Levi gave a soft nod from where he stood, his voice like velvet. "Breathtaking."

I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat almost too big to speak past. I was still so stunned—by the rooftop, the pictures, them.

"I—" I started, but my voice broke.

Louis moved quickly, taking my hand and guiding toward the center of the rooftop, where a round table was set for four. Crystal glasses shimred beside silverware. All my favorite dishes were beautifully displayed. A bottle of wine sat chilled in the center.

This was more than a date.

Lennox pulled out my chair while Levi helped sit.