Amelia's POV
The dinner is in a few hours and as I step out of the room to go to Emilio's study–because he sent for me– I fold the piece of paper in my hand and slide it under the door to Miguel's bedroom. I couldn't come up with anything original so I'd written ten words.
I'm so sorry. I love you. Please talk to me–Your good girl.
Standing in front of the study, I take a deep breath and raise my hand to knock when the door falls open and standing there is Miguel Angel.
I'm so sorry.
I see his pained expression briefly before it vanishes and is replaced with practiced nonchalance.
I didn't like when Miguel and I weren't on good terms long before I fell in love with him.
But now? It's worse. It's the absolute worst. He steps out of his father's study and closes
