Amora's pov
My eyes light up with joy, but I act composed so he doesn't start suspecting my happiness.
"I'll just get changed and head out." I say and get up to leave.
"You look good this way, Amora; it's just ice cream," he replies, scanning me with his eyes.
"Stefan, please don't start." I plead and rush upstairs before he remembers something else to say.
I hurry into the bathroom and throw my clothes away from my body as I step into the shower and pour out my lavender-flavoured soap over my body.
The shower was short, yet for a purpose, and I was brushing my hair in front of the vanity.
"I should probably just wear this floral dress and tie my hair with this ribbon."
I whisper and hurriedly pack my hair up in a braid. After a few minutes of dressing, I twirl around in front of m
