Amelia's POV:
The door clicks shut and I collapse against it, exhaling deeply.
Thank goddess, I'm finally in my place, and I can finally call it a day!
My cheeks still burn hot, my heart beating hard. I feel like I have fled away from Precious with my tail between my legs. I pretended to be asleep the whole drive, terrified he'd ask questions and I'd slip up.
Covering up one lie requires telling more and more, like a snowball rolling and getting bigger. All I could do was avoid conversations as much as possible. It was nerve-wracking.
Thankfully, there won't be many opportunities I'll see him after today. I hope I can notify him of the mutual rejection soon, so he won't be delayed in finding his true mate.
The stress is really getting to me.
I take a moment to gather mysel
