Amelia’s POV
Sauntering down the suburb street, I talk to my phone, holding the leash with the other hand. I’m walking Bucks, a beautiful and purebred Alaskan Malamute. The dress I wear is the latest release from the runway. To anyone who passes by, I must look like that type of rich and carefree girl who spends all her day splurging on frivolous things. But they will think otherwise if they hear what I am talking about.
“Please, I’m penniless. I don’t even have money for lunch. Just give me ten more days. I’ll pay the rental as soon as I get paid…Thank you so much! Love you! Bye!”
I hang up my phone in satisfaction. I know, a pleading tone and a sweet voice with a hint of flattery always help me get my way. That’s how I manage to grow up without parents.
The fact is, the dog, the dre
