Davie

It had been a little over a month since my aunt's visit and things between Olivia and I were less strained. Tio was working out well as her bodyguard, and it made me feel more at ease to know that she never left the house without him. I didn't spend much time around the house, but when I was there, I noticed that she appeared happier. We seemed to have come to an unspoken arrangement whereby we could be civil to each other when we were in the same room. She went out almost every day with the charity ladies and I supposed chugging champagne, cocktails, and petty gossip every afternoon was a pretty good way for a spoiled princess to pass the time. I'd started to think she was finally content until I'd overheard her and Victoria talking earlier that morning. I'd heard her say she felt like a prisoner, always surrounded by armed guards, and how much she missed her place in New York.