It's late in the evening. A sound of water is dripping from the faucet. A huge tub where Olivine is sitting surrounded by bubbles. Staring blankly from the thin air, a few scented candles lit up, creating the aroma of a cozy vibe in the huge bathroom, size like almost a walk-in size of her closet in their house.
A few footsteps from stiletto heels on the bathroom floors gain her attention, including the scent. Not noticing her sister Ofelia making herself presence; the majority of the entire room floor is filled with carpets, which makes silencing any footsteps from a person impossible to hear it's sound.
"Ofey," she said without looking at her.
Ofelia walked closer to her and kneeled one knee down, hugging her sister, kissing her on top of her head. Looking at her stitches and several stabbed wounds on her arms, sister. Ofelia is trying to calm herself, looking for those traces of attack.
"I just arrived from the event," she said softly. She stood up, having and pouring wine into two glasses.
"How are you?" asked while giving the glass to Olivine.
"Healing from everything," she replied, taking a sip.
"And how is she?" She asked, looking at her sipping and playing and swirling the liquid inside the glass. Olivine paused, taking a look at her
"Recovering," she paused again.
"And you looked so stunning," a timid reply but expressing full of admiration for her sister, showing the sensitive side of her.
The confidence, the way she carries herself, and her casual blazer—a tiny floral blouse inside paired with black thin slacks. She's simply stunningly elegant.
"She had a twin," Olivine added, looking at her.
"Yes, she has." Ofelia simply took a sip, taking out an item, and a tiny box appeared from her shoulder bag.
"For you, open it," she said, placing it on the edge of the tub.
"Let me guess another tie," Olivine said, looking at the box with a ribbon on top.
"Find a partner to give gifts, Ofey," Olivine teased. Ofelia didn't react to watching her sister.
"Right, you knew her background because you're her employer, exactly," Olivine smirked, shaking her head in anticipation.
"Details from our employees are private," Ofelia said. crossed her one arm over her chest, and one is sipping the wine.
"I understand." Olivine placed the glass on the edge of the tub.
"I'm so sorry, Oliv," she said, placing the glass in the bathroom sink, holding the edge, and taking off her heels.
"I went there; before I came home, I saw her mother Felicia and her twin sister. I had a few words with them as their daughters employer," she said, walking closer to her, kneeling one knee to the floor facing Olivine again.
"You do really love her; I heard you donated blood to Katarina." Ofelia spoke softly to her.
"I have only started to get to know her Ofey; yes, I do like her," Olivine said straightly to her face.
"I don't blame you; the woman is so gorgeous," Ofelia said.
"Your best friend Madison and my late wife won't like seeing me this way; I cannot even get drunk. When she died, I died too. Ofey and Katarina showed up since that day; things have changed." Olivine talked about her feelings carrying for a long period of time.
"Don't play with Katarina Oliv," she said in concern.
"What I meant by that was that I didn't see any f*cking loyal person around these days except you. I understand you're too loyal to my best friend Madison, but we need to move forward. I see the life sucked completely out of you," Ofelia said, discussing the weariness on her face she didn't hide.
"Every time I come home, I pick the bottle on my way going inside the house from the porch, front door, hallways, and in every window on this house. There is always a bottle standing there, even in the stairs cases Oliv like breadcrumbs on the floor for me to follow, but instead of roses and their petals, those cans and bottles greeted my eyes; they are everywhere, even in the garden and the garage; I have no choice but to pick it up." Ofey describes how her sisters went through
"What do you expect—a baby bottle and toys?" Olivine poked fun at her.
"How many times you cry and sleep on the sofa, Oliv... I even allowed you to sleep in my room, wrapping my arms around you just to make you sleep." reminded her of what she had been through.
"I let you release those pains; you didn't think I didn't hear you? It's pretty loud and clear, and I did," Ofelia said, explaining how they were both affected by the passing of Madison.
"I am also grieving Oliv," she said, letting her emotions be acknowledged.
"I understand, let the dead people rest; as you always remind me, I get it. We won't forget them, but let them rest," Olivine said.
Ofelia is hugging her sister's head and kneeling outside the tub.
"Don't make stupid things of Ofey about the recent incident. I heard what you did to that poor old man," Olivine said, changing the topic, and she immediately released herself away from her.
"I know you well," she added, sensing her sister's way she thinks and handles things.
"I will abide by the law, but I make him pay big time." Ofelia is calm this time.
"Ofey, I know you have Octavia's side, but please don't kill him by showing the way of putting ends once suffering; killing is way easier; allowing him to live and suffer is much way better," Olivine smirked.
"No, I have plans; we don't own the law, but I can bend the law," she replied firmly, sounding like she has already planned and it's a matter of time for the execution.
"Like I always said, all Ferguson's became orphans when we were still young; now I watch all of you," Ofelia is emphasizing.
"Thank you; Anna is there for you; don't forget that," Olivine said.
"Orianna is my dearest and sweetest sister to me," Ofelia said, expressing her admiration to their elder cousins.
"I have to go; I'll attend a meeting tomorrow at the gallery. I have clients who are interested in this anonymous artist," Ofelia said.
"Is that painting hanging on your wall, covered with black cloth in it?"
"Yes, I paid, and I can't trace or track the person I only buy at Rebecca's shop," said Ofelia in frustration.
"It's me, Ofey," Olivine confesses, watching Ofelia hear it in disbelief seconds before it sinks in. Olivine picked up her phone and showed the image in there for proof.
"This is an image, right?" Olivine showed in her phone.
"There's our initial there, the F word in plain sight," she pointed.
"Oh! F*ck! How come I didn't notice! I studied that painting for hours!" She said, covering her mouth in shock.
"Yes, the initial letters O and F; it's perfect how to express it," Olivine teases her watching her sisters face.
"Why you didn't tell me!! You idiot!" Ofelia splashes the water on her face. Olivine wiped it, giggling and staring at her reaction, blushing.
"You have no idea that painting is to be auctioned in million!" pissed and immediately stood up, hissing at her for picking her stiletto shoes.
"Sweet dreams, Ofey..." Olivine smiling still teases at her leaving the room, shaking slightly her head, amused by her sisters exiting without saying a word.
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