*Olivia*
Sipping my fresh iced tea, basking in the sun as I flipped the page of my book, I sighed contently, the condensation running down the edges of my glass as I set it back down. My eyes traced the words in front of me as the clouds passed lazily above.
It was a beautiful day, just perfect for laying out on the sunbeds by the pool with a good book and a nice, cold drink.
Dahlia had left early in the morning for a shopping spree with a few friends she had met. Apparently, there was a summer blowout at one of her favorite stores.
She’d always been a social butterfly, attracting everyone to her. I swear she could make friends with anyone, even if she didn’t speak their language.
I loved her, but sometimes, she was a bit much, which is why I elected to stay behind.
