*Dahlia*
Olivia was sunshine. She was warm beams of rays on a cloudy day and the epitome of optimism if it could be bottled.
I knew better than anyone how kind and understanding she could be. She was the kind of person who others latched onto, especially those who didn’t have that kind of warmth. She was a beacon for them, a lighthouse guiding them toward her.
It was why Tallon always listened to her even though he drove all our parents nuts with his rebellious and mischievous ways. He pulled pranks on everyone, but never Olivia.
It was why Alessandro, with all of his brutish ways, treated her like she was precious. He’d left bruises on me and Tallon after fights too often when we were younger, but not once did he lay a hand on Olivia.
It was why my parents adored her, why they treated her like a second daughter growing up, always praising her, my dad giving her the male affection she didn’t get at home.
