Tale of two sisters

Episode four

On the way home, all through, Olivia couldn't stop thinking of what had happened. She had just lost her virginity to God-knows-who and was turning 22 the next day. She couldn't stop thinking of what transpired at the club when they got home. She got angry but quiet at Natalie, who seemed to enjoy every moment of her silence.

“Nice you went along, Something a sister does.” Natalia turned to Olivia as she went up the staircase.

“Hmm.” Olivia returned with a blank stare. She walked slowly to the kitchen. Natalia glanced back and noticed this. She smirks for a long time. It had made her day to see Olivia gall into her trap.

Olivia settles down gently on a stool tucked out of the counter. She poured herself some chilled water into a crystal clear glass cup. It took less than two sips before her mind strolled down the memory lane of the night.

A tear is let down her right cheek, as she regrets accepting the invite of those ladies, or ever going to the club. She wiped her tears with the ends of her gown sleeve and made her way to her room.

Ximena was sunk into an armchair in the study, Her special room. The chair was antique but still retained its originality and vintage sense. Sometimes, Olivia often wondered why she lived it so much, it was comfortable truly. But there were better seats with more comfort in the house. The chair was designed to look like the back of a dove, with its wings spread out for its arms. It was of white plush cloth, just like the bird. The designer must thought about it so carefully and did an incredible work carving it out. The wooden frame around the backrest had been carved out in the shape of additional lines depicting its feathers.

There was a look on Ximena's face upon seeing Olivia walk past the open door of the study. Olivia retraced her steps, noticing her presence.

Natalia, fond of keeping late nights, didn't bother to explain. But Olivia felt compelled always.

“Mum. Natalie, and I —”

There were so many questions in her eyes. Olivia knew. And she was good. She answered all of them, So Ximena didn't worry.

“I went out to support Natalia, I'm sorry we're late.”

Ximena's look lightened when she breathed out and an increase in the width of her rosy pink thin lips widened to adjust her face to a smile.

“Hmm. Are you sure? You fine dear?” She returned concerned.

“Yes, Mother. I am. How about you?”

Ximena shrugged and shook her head in the Positive. She let out a full smile this time around with her right thumb up. It was a good sign. Good.

“Have you had something to eat Ma?”

“Of course. We're greys, we eat on time. We need to."

Olivia smiled at this.

“Yes, you're right. Grey is beautiful, Very, Beautiful.” she chuckled.

Olivia walks over to her mother, seated down. The moment showed a lot of confidence with their eyes locked into each other. She takes Ximena by the hand and squeezes it softly, with eyes still. A lot too much for the mouth to say, their eyes seemed to communicate more. There was a passage of trust established, and hope did linger in their heart. For a better experience of love, family, and stability.

Olivia walked over behind her and wrapped her hands around her neck, resting on her shoulders. It was reassuring by the loud silence that said a lot, accompanied by deep breaths of resting in each other's warmth.

Their embrace seemed to last longer than usual. They asked questions they already knew the answers to most times if not all the time. Or was it just that they were afraid of asking the ones needed? But one thing was sure. The searching stares and gazes were beginning to last longer, with time.

Their grip loosens and they both feel, at some point and to some extent, better.

Olivia makes her way to her room but stops at the door. She glances backward at Ximena.

“I love you, Mother” with a reassuring smile as years well up in both eyes.

“You know I do, Olive. You know I do.”

Olivia makes it to her room. Natalia's room is next to hers. She stopped by her door, thinking of the most possible reason to start up a conversation.

“The Club. Yes. Her Performance? Yes,” She was about to strike a knock on the wooden rectangle that seemed to always part their worlds when she withdrew her fair hands.

“I'll pass. She may be asleep already”

And yes, just like Natalia, her world was hers to rule and dominate. She did pretty well, to Mr. Whitemore's validation and pride. On her way to becoming a World-class business tycoon.

She makes it to her room, shutting out the world behind her when she shuts the wooden rectangle—The door.