“Let’s go to the party,” Mia’s voice filled the silence that hung in the air.
Amelia looked up at her, who had just entered her room. Amelia’s head was so heavy and flooded with worry and guilt that it took her a few moments to really grasp the meaning of Mia’s words.
“I thought you didn’t think it was a good idea for me to go to this party,” Amelia sat on the bed, crossing her legs.
She had been let off early from the studio that day because, apparently, most of the pack was going to the party, including Margarida, who closed the studio in the late afternoon so she would have enough time to get ready for the night. Amelia could hardly believe it was already Wednesday; it had been four days since she found out about Troy's father. Four days in which she was consumed by guilt, while t
