Chapter 31: The Fundraiser
Mrs. Brooks had Amelia seated at the kitchen table before eight in the morning, a full plate in front of her and no room for argument.
"You'll need your strength today," she said, setting down a second slice of toast Amelia hadn't asked for. "Speaking in front of a room full of people is exhausting work, whether you're nervous or not."
"I'm fine," Amelia said, though her hands weren't entirely steady around her cup.
Mrs. Brooks didn't look convinced. She fussed instead with the collar of Amelia's blouse, smoothing a wrinkle that didn't exist, before finally stepping back with a satisfied nod.
Charlotte arrived not long after, already carrying a garment bag over one arm. "I come bearing options. Victor's downstairs coordinating security like it's a royal wedd
