(Olivia)
I pack my bag and head downstairs. I smirk to myself before anybody sees me. Malory is sitting in the living room, laughing obnoxiously with my aunt and Denise while Rachel looks at them, unbothered by anything but the nail file running across her fingertips.
“Oliveeee!” Mal says, cheerily. “Are you ready?”
“Almost, just let me grab a snack or something. And my toothbrush,” I say, hurrying into the kitchen.
“Oh Malory,” Aunt Naomi says, “How I’ve missed your company. It’s always fun when we’re here and we get to see you. You’re so outgoing and bubbly. And you have such a beautiful smile.”
I roll my eyes and pour myself some juice, chugging it down aggressively and putting the glass in the sink.
“It’s always nice to see you,” Malory replies, “You’re so li
