[Amelia]
Standing still, I refuse to move even as the doors shut and the car drives away. A cold breeze ruffles the edges of my dress and I feel a deeper chill running down my spine as mafioso’s gaze at me like I’m a strange curiosity, something new and foreign.
Vanessa was right–I don’t belong here.
“Come,” Vanessa is back to her fake smiles as she pulls me forward by the arm. “You don’t want to keep God waiting. You’re Catholic, right?”
The way she looks at me, her eyebrow arched, makes me want to say yes, as if it is the only acceptable answer. But that would be a lie, and something tells me it would be worse to lie in church than to not be Catholic.
“N…no,” I gasp, almost biting my tongue as I trip over a rock and stumble forward awkwardly on the stupid heels she insisted I wear.
