Nothings happened yet, I said.
I find Olivia in the white bedroom, standing in the middle of the room, turning slowly—gazing at the walls and curtains and furniture. I try to imagine how it looks to her. The drapes are a gauzy opal, light enough to lift on a breeze from the floor-to-ceiling windows. The dresser, vanity and four-poster bed shine in the light of the crystal chandelier with an almost silvery sheen, the wallpaper is soft white with a ribbon of satin overlay and the antique artwork on the walls is framed in bleached wood.She startles a bit when she catches me watching her. Jesus, youre like a ninja—give a girl some warning, will you?
I knew shed look beautiful in this room, that the color palette would accentuate all her exquisite features. But shes even more stunning than I imagined—stealing my breath. Her wavy hair is an even deeper shimmery black, her eyes a darker blue, shining at me like two sapphires on a bed of velvet.Do you like it? I finally manage to ask. The room?Her gaze climbs up and all around. I love it. Its…magical.
So, did you get reprimanded? she asks, only half joking. Your grandmother sounded just like my mom used to when she was waiting for our friends to leave so she could yell at us.I shrug. I survived.
Whats the deal with the white bedroom? When you said it, her face turned so hard I thought itd crack.
I wander over toward the window, leaning on the sill. It was my mothers. No ones stayed in here since her.And I almost fall over. Selfish? Thats rich, coming from you.
What the hell is that supposed to mean?My voice rises and nine years of resentment comes screaming out.
We loved her too! Youre not the only one who lost her! The day Mom died, Ellie and I lost both of you. You…you just checked out, Dad. Mom didnt have a choice, but you did!He dips his head, not meeting my eyes. This guy, Prince whatever-he-is…hes going to hurt you, Liv. When he leaves—and mark my words, hell leave—itll break you. I dont want to see that happen to my little girl.