AMELIA
I sat quietly, staring at Jake, hoping for some kind of sign, anything to show me that he was falling in love with me. I sighed, feeling the anger bubbling up inside. The potion had worked—partly. Sure, Jake was mad at Elvie now, but that wasn’t the point. I wanted him to love me. But here he was, still upset, frowning, and completely ignoring me.
I turned to my brother, Bernard, and spoke softly. “I think I want to go home,” I said, pressing a hand to my forehead. “My head hurts.”
Of course, I was pretending. My head was fine, but I wanted to see if Jake would react. Would he be concerned? Would he worry about me? But when I glanced at him, he didn’t even look my way. His face was still drawn tight with frustration, his thoughts elsewhere. I sighed again, feeling a mixture of
