Chapter 290
Daphne
What are the odds that the love of my life, in this lifetime, would be my sister-in-law?
Vivienne.
Look at her. In this life, she has a dusting of freckles across her nose, honey-brown hair that falls in soft waves, and the prettiest blue eyes I've ever seen.
It's still her. I'm always amazed at how the core of her remains—the same soul, the same essence—wrapped in slightly different packaging. The same familiar face, but with subtle, beautiful tweaks here and there.
"Yeah, she's the one," Olga says, her voice warm with pride, interrupting the silent current running between us.
I reluctantly let Vivienne's hand go, the ghost of her skin lingering against mine.
"Thank you for enduring Mother's treatment," I say, forcing a light tone, making a joke to shatter the intensity.
She smiles, and it's like the sun coming out. "It's fine. I love spending time with Olga."
