Amelia's
My whole body went cold before I even opened my eyes.
I knew that voice.
I pulled my sunglasses off slowly, looked up, and there he was. Bryan. Standing over my lounge chair in clothes too polished for a stranger, that same smug, entitled smile I remembered from every terrible dinner Victoria had ever forced me to sit through with him.
"Bryan." My voice came out flatter than I wanted it to, though my heart was slamming against my ribs. "What are you doing here?"
"Heard there'd be some big names here today. Investors, that kind of thing." He shrugged, like it was the most natural thing in the world, like he had every right to be standing over me. "Didn't expect the entertainment to be you, though."
"You weren't invited," I
