Amelia's POV
My father loves an excuse to throw a party, all the time. He's leaving in the morning with Brittany for their honey moon by the way, to another f*****g country!
So he's throwing a party to celebrate getting a second marriage. How nice. How great. Unfortunately, I had to attend because well, what choice do I have?
Brittany looked pretty in her white dress and she genuinely looked happy, so it was a great motivation for me to get ready in happy spirits as well.
It was too sudden, but I had a mildly decent dress for the occasion. I wore my hair down, applied just about enough makeup to amplify my face because why not? I should at least look like a goddess if I have to attend.
Of course I have to talk about my dress. It's a dark purple, sparkly sequin dress, one handed with a
