Amie
After yesterday’s performance in the third game, I was in a good mood. I wasn’t looking forward to dinner with Finlay’s family. But if I was going to choose him as my mate, I would have to get used to his family as well. And more importantly, Finlay wanted me there for support. It was the only reason I put effort into getting ready. I used one of the dresses Medow had made me pack. It was midnight blue with a modest top with short sleeves, an empire waist and a flowing skirt. I felt ridiculously nervous as I joined Finlay and Matilda.
“That is a very nice dress. Don’t you think so, Finlay?” Matilda said as we walked toward the communal building.
“It is,” he agreed.
“Thank you,” I said.
“Lighten up! The two of you look like we are going to our own execution. Amie, I need your help
