Dinner that evening was a lavish affair, as it always was in the grand estate of the Best family.
Amelia had dressed carefully for dinner. Though she wasn’t particularly eager to dine with Andrew’s family, she knew appearances mattered. She had chosen a fitted black dress—simple yet striking—with a neckline that wasn’t too revealing but still accentuated her delicate collarbones. She had let her hair down in soft waves, framing her face in a way that she hoped would give her the confidence she needed to endure the evening.
Andrew sat beside her, his usual unreadable expression firmly in place, while his parents—Richard and Lilian—sat across from them. The air carried the rich scent of roasted lamb, garlic butter, and a hint of red wine, but despite the inviting meal, Amelia felt a tig
