MELISSA
The minute my eyes landed on my mother. I left Damien’s side, moving to where she stood.
My mother gave me a well-coordinated look as I approached her. When I got closer to her, the look on her face changed instantly.
“Why are you walking that way?” She questioned, wrapping her hands behind my shoulder.
“The dress is a bit tight,” I replied, not surprised that my mother didn’t offer me a warm welcome. I was already used to it.
“You should have worn a loose one, and something dark. I don’t think this velvet dress looks good on you.”
“Well, it—“
“Stop slouching.” I raised my body upright, and that earned me a satisfying look from my mother.
“Better,” she replied, and I nearly rolled my eyes.
“Where’s Nicho?” I asked, after realizing my brother wasn’t present. The thought of
