At six in the afternoon, Olivia changed her clothes and prepared to leave her apartment. She applied light makeup and chose a beige dress with a matching coat.
Her honey-brown hair cascaded in gentle waves over her shoulders. The soft color complemented her amber eyes perfectly.
Arriving at the restaurant, Olivia parked her modest BMW sedan in the underground garage. The familiar weight of her car keys felt comforting in her palm.
She encountered Emma Turner with her daughter Sophie near the restaurant entrance. Emma’s face lit up with genuine human warmth.
“Olivia! You look absolutely lovely,” Emma called out, waving enthusiastically.
Sophie, a bright-eyed little girl, greeted Olivia sweetly. “Hello, Miss Winters!”
Her innocent smile reminded Olivia painfully of young Grace Wi
