Amelia’s POV
“I’ve arranged for some press to attend a charity gala this weekend,” he responds.
“Why do I have to be there, with the press?” I ask.
A smile tugs at his lips as he steps forward, then hands me a folder.
I open it, and my stomach tightens. I look closely, realizing it’s a prepared briefing, everything I need to know about the coming gala. The rebranding. The vision. The legacy I’m supposed to represent.
“It’s part of our company’s partnership with the foundation. Nothing too fancy and I’d love for you to come too,”
“I’d love for the world to see the new face of the Family company, and most importantly the board’s in full agreement. After your first appearance in the press, we’re issuing the official announcement.”
“But…” I cut in.
“I don't even remember the past. And
