Amora's pov
I run into my mother's room and unintentionally slam the door behind me.
"What on earth is chasing after you, Amora?" My mother asks and drops her phone immediately.
"Nothing, mother; Stefan asked me to hurry and meet you here, so I guess that's why I ran." I lie and sit beside her.
"Anyways, I was picking out some jewellery, but I'm kind of indecisive at this point." She says this and points at the numerous options for jewelry.
"They're all beautiful, mother, but this black neck piece would definitely go perfectly with your skin, mother." I say that and smile.
"Then the black one it is. I'll just place an order and get to picking out my dress," she replies gleefully, like she just won the lottery.
"Dress?" I ask and watch her ransack her wardrobe in search of what to we
