Amelia couldn't quite make sense of what she was feeling.
She used to think that maybe, just maybe, those childhood memories had meant something to Simon too. Turns out... not really.
To him, the one who truly mattered, the one who gave his world light, was Vivian.
Right now, standing there, she just felt ridiculous.
Those memories she treated like treasures? Probably only ever mattered to her.
"The auction's about to start, let's head back," Raymond's voice came from beside her.
Snapping back to reality, she gave a short nod. "Yeah, okay."
She followed him back into the venue.
As soon as they entered, a staff member stopped her. "Miss Clarke, Mr. Johnson's looking for you."
She glanced at Raymond. "I'll go see what he wants."
"Sure," he said, stepping aside
