Amelia’s POV
A COUPLE OF DAYS LATER
The evening comes fast.
By 6:45, I’m standing in front of a full-length mirror in a red velvet gown, slit high on one leg, custom-designed by someone Nadya, my best friend, had gushed about for two hours on the phone.
My makeup is flawless, thanks to the glam team Eric insisted on. But beneath all that makeup and diamond earrings, I feel hollow.
I stay still in the passenger seat of Eric’s black Lamborghini with my nervous fingertips tapping my knee. I glance at Eric who’s busy concentrating on the road ahead. I bite my lip staring down at my hands.
“Is there something on your mind?” he asks and my eyes snap his way. Do I look that obvious?
“I was just wondering why you were so persistent in making me attend the gala,”
“Because I know how impo
