Amelia’s POV:
I was staring at my reflection on the mirror after I tried on my black dress.
“I must say, you look gorgeous for your age, Amelia,” I talked to myself smugly as I continued to check myself out on the mirror. “This dress does look pretty. That wretched girl finally said something right.”
I grabbed my Chanel perfume and sprayed some on my wrists. Dabbing both my wrists on my neck, my face frowned as a memory of that stupid girl came to mind.
“You’re wrong, witch. Love is strong; it is everything but evil.”
“Huh,” I scoffed to myself. “Love is strong?” I laughed in mockery at her naïvety. “And my brother hired her to be a teacher at my school when she’s too ignorant about the roguery of love? Huh! Her stupidity infuriates me. How fatuous!”
I put on a pair of
