I stormed toward the door, but Amelie grabbed me and pushed me back onto the bed, leaning close to my ear and whispering in a voice dripping with allure, "Calm down, darling. There's no need for divorce or drastic measures. I'm a descendant of gypsies. Magic is my specialty. I can cast a spell and change everything for you."
I remembered now.
Amelie wasn't just my assistant. She was my personal sorceress.
Every time Allyn ignored me, I'd run to her. "Amelie, consult your crystal ball. What's Allyn thinking?"
"Amelie, check the tarot cards. I bought Allyn a solid gold wallet—do you think he'll like it?"
"Amelie, ask the pendulum. Does Allyn feel even a little something for me?"
"Amelie, when will my love life finally turn romantic?"
"Amelie, do you know any black magic to make Allyn
