—AMELIA—
I scowled at Alexandra as she ran her fingers across Michele’s shoulder, taking her seat beside him and Lorenzo. She was wearing a black dress that came up to her knees, the straps hung around the back of her neck and her cleavage was fully on show. She didn’t look classy at all, she looked like a complete slapper. Her brunette hair was curled into large ringlets and her make up was plastered on, covering whatever damage I had made to her cheek. I was furious that she had the nerve to show her face here. I glanced over at Michele with a look of warning and he shook his head at me, as if to tell me not to worry.
“I don’t remember you being invited” I snapped with a sarcastic tone. Alexandra grinned at me and pulled in her chair.
“I’m here out of respect for Isabella, I knew he
