Amelia's POV-
"Mom! My shoes?"
"Which one?"
"Which I am going to wear!"
"Are you not going in heels?"
"Maybe! Argh..."
"Don't panic, as if you are going on a war!"
"Okay my perfume?"
"In your bag's front pocket."
"My makeup?"
"You have a separate bag."
"My—."
The doorbell rang.
"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Mum what now." I asked panicked.
She sighed a big time and ushered me out of the living room and escorted to the main door and turned me and then kissed my cheek and my forehead and squeezed my cheeks between her palms.
She opened the door only to meet with the actual glory of a perfect sculpted person of the specie Homo sapiens. He just wore a grey shirt and dark blue jeans matching with grey snickers.
The feel was mutual,
