Amelia's Point of View
"... And that's why I can't stop crying!" I croaked.
Erin had been trying to do my make-up for what felt like an entire week. I hadn't wanted to tell her why I was so upset. I'd tried to send her back downstairs to let the others know I wasn't hungry and wouldn't be joining them for dinner. The only thing that was giving me any comfort at all was Peyton's brandy. And I was enjoying it even more now that I knew it was his favorite. If he didn't want me physically, then screw him! I was just going to sit there and drink myself into a stupor.
Erin, who had no intention of letting me sulk in my room, had insisted, rather firmly, that I give her chapter and verse on what had happened before she arrived. She let me pour out my feelings without interrupting my tir
