Amelia
I climb out of bed and I'm stunned by the clothes I see. Bags of clothes, all new, not the ones I left at Damien's apartment.
The dress I'm supposed to wear is in a black bag. I shower and blow dry my hair. I don't want to style it, so I pin it instead. I apply some makeup and put the dress on. It's a black dress, chiffon, not unlike my mother's. It fits me well. I throw on some heels and leave the bedroom. I'm late, I think. But I couldn't possibly care less.
I reach the living room and look around for her. There's someone sitting on the couch, and of course it's Felix. He turns his head around as I approach and stands. He's wearing a tuxedo and if he's here at this time, that can only mean that he's coming to this event, too. Great. Just f*****g great.
"Where's my mother?"
