Luther turned to see Amy pulling out her wardrobe. She had completely grown into Iris. With her every action, Luther couldn't help remembering the past.
Iris was just as headstrong, reckless, fierce, and she was the one person Luther could never argue with, or say no to.
He rubbed his temples, frustrated. All was peaceful, until that cursed day he'd misplaced his keys. How on earth was he to explain that his Grandfather would want her dead if he suspected even just a tiny bit of revenge in her? Already, the Wellingtons cut ties with him because of Luther and the engagement he broke.
He opened his mouth to call her name, but it was all in vain. Nothing he said would make Amy take back her words.
“What do you think is befitting? What colour will Grandfather Aaron like?” Amy asked, hold
