Chiara
I stared at my phone for the fifth time. It was still the same message, and it was still confusing.
Amelia: We need to meet. It’s urgent.
My brows knit together. Urgent?
Since when did Amelia have anything urgent to discuss with me? We had never spoken one-on-one before. Every time we crossed paths, she either glared at me like I’d stolen her soul or acted like I didn’t exist.
And now she wanted to meet up?
It felt wrong… like a trap.
I tapped my fingers nervously against my desk, rereading the message again. Maybe I should ignore it. Yes, that sounded reasonable.
Just as I was about to lock my phone, another message popped up.
Amelia: I know you’re busy, but you have to make time for this. We need to talk.
I frowned. Now my curiosity was officially awake. What could possi
