*Olivia*
Even inside the compound of the Italian mafia, the garden was overflowing with summer activity.
The smell of chlorine was comforting to me, having always been around the pool at Dahlia’s house. Summers were always my favorite time, and this year was no different.
Since Dahlia couldn't swim with her injury, I had elected to join her just sitting by the pool and the garden. It was beautiful this time of year, and we weren’t missing anything.
It felt like forever since the last time we had just hung out and enjoyed the sun on our skin. So many things had happened to complicate our trip here, and I was glad to have a moment to just breathe and relax.
“Do you really think we’re ready?” Dahlia asked quietly out of nowhere.
“For what?” I asked, turning to look at her.
