*Olivia*
Inside the limo, Dahlia straightened up from where she had been lounging across three seats. “Olive!"
I breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed next to her. “Dolly, pretty please tell me about the spoon thing?"
Dahlia's eyes lit up, and she talked the rest of the way back to the compound. I relaxed into her chatter, pretending for a moment that we were only a couple of college girls. By the time we pulled up outside, I had even laughed at one of her jokes.
The limo rolled to a smooth stop, and I reached for the door handle, but she grabbed my arm.
“You seem different than you were at lunch. Did something happen?" Her eyebrows knitted in concern, and for a moment, I considered spilling my guts, just breaking down in the back of the car. Then, the door to the house swung open t
