Amelia
After Charlotte left, I stayed in my seat for a moment, tapping my fingers against the table. The conversation had gone well—better than I expected, actually—but something about her words stuck with me.
I was good for Ethan?
It wasn’t the first time someone had said that—Eleanor had hinted at it before—but hearing it from Charlotte, his biological sister, made it feel different. More… real.
I shook my head, pushing the thought aside. There was no point in overanalyzing it.
Instead, I focused on the party.
Maya was still on the line, waiting for updates.
“Okay,” I said, clearing my throat. “Charlotte’s handling food and decor, so we just need to figure out the guest list.”
Maya exhaled dramatically. “Perfect, because I have opinions.”
I chuckled, relaxing a little. “Of cours
