"Father, mother," Olivia called out the moment she passed through the door, expecting a welcoming greet from her mother in response.
Instead, she was only greeted by stretched silence. Her parents were nowhere to be seen. She went to search through the house, before finally deciding to head out to the back garden.
"Welcome back, dear sister."
Olivia turned to the voice. Ophelia stood by the glass door leading outside. She looked as serenely beautiful despite being in casual home wear, and Olivia firmly believed that no one could best her sister's beauty. The lavender one-piece accentuated her light hair that had been braided and neatly pinned to her head, and the look was completed by a light colored straw hat.
"I'm home, dearest sister." Olivia replied with a grin.
Ophelia greeted Carlos and waited for them to reach her. "How's your day?"
"I've had worse days," Olivia said vaguely. "Where's Vivian?"
"She's outside with mother and father." Ophelia gestured.