Amelia’s POV
“Holy s**t, Amy.” That was the first thing Ollie said when she walked into the kitchen, with Delia in front of her.
I laughed when I saw the expression on her face and I realized she was in awe because of how good the house looked. “I know right. I felt that way too when I first came here, but wait until I start working on its redecoration.” I said and her eyes bulged in her head even more.
“Close that mouth of yours, Oliver, and come here.” I said, opening my arms and she rushed to me, pulling me into a hug. I could hardly breathe with the way she was holding me, and one would think that she hadn’t seen me in a while.
Such a drama queen.
Behind us, Delia cleared her throat and we split apart. “Oh sorry, Delia. Meet my cousin, Ollie. Ollie, Delia.” I said, smiling. The o
