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“Marisol decided to call and warn me that you were coming,” Olivia explained as she ushered Tony and Cassandra into the family room. It was a bright and cheerful space, the walls painted a warm yellow, the furniture beige linen with blue and yellow pillows. A pitcher of iced tea and several glasses sat on the pale wood coffee table. Tony sat down on the couch and Cassandra took a seat next to him, a little closer than he’d been expecting. It was nice to have her there, to catch the faint drift of sweet shampoo scent from her hair, even though he knew that was probably the last thing he should be focusing on.
“I’m sorry about just dropping in like this — ” Cassandra began, but Olivia only shook her head.
“It’s all right. To be honest, I’m surprised no one from either of your clans came
