Chapter-32

The sun dipped low, casting a warm glow on the patio where Olivia and I sat, sipping tea in companionable silence.

The soft clinks of our mugs mingled with the distant hum of evening. Fatigue clung to me after a long day at the clinic, but the familiar comfort of my sister's presence eased the weight. The patio lanterns flickered, painting a tranquil scene, yet beneath it all, a subtle ache lingered, words unspoken between us.

It had been two years since I last saw her. And now that she was in front of me, everything was so surreal, a cascade of emotions flooding back in an overwhelming rush.

Her once mid-length chestnut locks were chopped off, reaching her shoulder in straight lines. I always envied how her hair was shiny and beautiful, unlike my wavy ones.

She looked towards the end of the garden to the cemented pavilion where Silvio stood with Dante and other guards including Seb discussing something.

Her green eyes sparkled as they landed on Dante and I narrowed mine.

She had