For years, Olivia had watched her son disappear into the brutal realities of the family business, drowning his distance in wild parties. She had secretly despaired on lonely nights, certain he was beyond saving. But looking at this quiet girl, a wave of relief hit her. Someone was finally pulling Daniel back from the edge.
Her attention snapped back to the present when Allison tugged the hem of her pleated uniform skirt, trying to stretch the fabric toward her knees.
“What's wrong, dear?” Olivia asked.
Anna cut in right away. “We should have told the tailor to extend the length, girl.” Anna looked at Olivia with a dramatic roll of her eyes. “She grew up under such a strict roof and still carries the panic with her.”
Anna clicked her tongue, slipped off her own jacket, and draped it ove
