Ivory
Diane arrived with Olsen in the evening, her excitement palpable in the way she moved, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. The moment I saw her, I rushed to hug her at the entrance, feeling a rush of warmth and joy. Despite having told Cole countless times that Diane and I were just friends, I could see the flicker of jealousy in his eyes. It was endearing, a reminder of his deep feelings for me.
"Where should I take her bag?" Olsen offered, stepping forward with Diane's luggage. For someone coming out of prison, she sure had a lot. Anyway, I wasn't surprised; she lived there like a queen. Her family made sure of it.
I frowned slightly, knowing it wasn't Olsen's job; the maids were supposed to handle that. But not wanting to dampen the mood or appear ungrateful, I described the
