~CHAPTER EIGHTY TWO~
AMELIA’S POV
Later at night.
I’m ready to get to bed after a warm bath, my skin still soft under my night dress. I spray my body mist, the scent settling over me. Standing in front of the mirror, I touch my neck slowly, watching myself.
Get it together.
I stare at my reflection, trying to find a version of myself that still has control over even a single piece of my life.
I lie down, tuck myself in, and start scrolling through my phone. My last post is still buzzing, thousands of people loving it, a few others picking it apart, but most importantly… the rumors have faded.
“Good,” I whisper to myself.
I scroll further down my page, slower now, until I find pictures and videos of me from when I was working as a hostess.
The joy in my face, the freedom. I linge
