*Olivia*

Sipping my fresh iced tea, basking in the sun as I flipped the page of my book, I sighed contently, the condensation running down the edges of my glass as I set it back down. My eyes traced the words in front of me as the clouds passed lazily above.

It was a beautiful day, just perfect for laying out on the sunbeds by the pool with a good book and a nice, cold drink.

Dahlia had left early in the morning for a shopping spree with a few friends she ...