Of course, she'd been wrong about Pearl. Pearl was an absolute sweetheart with the right people. It was when her siblings got on her nerves that she was a bitch. Of course, Robert had earned every second of that damned smack, interfering like some no-good busy body. And then Magnus doing the same damn thing to Olive, only much... much worse. She dropped her hands to her sister's and held them, looking into her eyes with ones that were searching almost. "Oh, Olive," she said, using the pet name she only used when she got along with her, which was seldom to never, admittedly.

"I... I think I am in love," she sighed out. "But I am frightened that he'll run after all of this. Or that Robert will do something... I don't know, but... why does our family have to be so... Ugh? And mother... Egads, when she finds out about Magnus, she's going to take it out on the world. And you... You need to mourn. You need to get away from here. Move in with me for a time, sister. Papa will allow it, I know he would..."