AMELIA
The moment Bernard and I returned home, I kept up the act, still pretending to be in pain. "I’m going straight to my room," I muttered, not wanting to be disturbed. Bernard just nodded, his usual calm self. He had no idea what was really going on in my head.
As soon as I closed the door behind me, my disguise dropped. I stormed into my room, tossing my expensive handbag onto the sofa in frustration. The anger bubbling up inside me was almost unbearable. Jake didn’t love me yet. The potion had worked only halfway. Sure, he was mad at Elvie, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted him to love me.
I sat on the edge of my bed, fuming, and pulled out my phone. I needed to talk to Sandra and Sofia—my go-to pair for everything. I quickly set up a group video call with them. After a few
