Amara stared at the long length mirror in her room and got smacked in the face with her own reflection…
Yep. Today was the day, not a normal Saturday morning but the day she was born some eighteen years ago.
She was being a sassy, ungrateful b***h. She knew it even as she heard Becky’s sing-song voice down the stairs, probably talking about the food and stuff. Leo had spent a lot on what they’d call their parents’ money. They were quite loaded and trusted Leo with access… yes, very rare.
And downstairs her bestie was probably having the time of her life doing arrangements for a party that was still ten hours from now.
“The more the merrier,” Becky had said.
Amara sighed and ruffled the edges of the pink ball gown Becky had put in for her to wear.
Well, definitely not happening. She w
