Amalia Romano is sixteen years old now. Still a dancing prodigy, she lands herself a photoshoot for a magazine that'll help her get to where she wants to be.
It seems like everything's going perfectly fine. Her grades are booming, she has a nic...
When I wake up, Jenna isn't beside me anymore. I pull myself out of the bed, ears piquing when I hear soft cries.
Amalia's bedroom door is open. I peek inside, furrowing my eyebrows when I see Jenna's arms wrapped around my little sister as she tries to soothe her sobs.
I walk over to them, and Jenna looks up at me and smiles sadly. I sit on the other side of Amalia.
"What's wrong?" I ask softly. She looks up at me and shakes her head, sniffling as he leans her head on Jenna's shoulder. My heart warms.
"It'll be okay, Amalia." Jenna whispers.
I watch her speak, my eyes softening.
Amalia sobs again.
•
We manage to guide Amalia into bed, and as soon as we get into our room I turn to Jenna and kiss her. Her eyebrows raise in surprise before she begins to kiss me back.
"I love you." I whisper.
She smiles. "I love you too."
• AMALIA •
"Amalia!"
I peel my eyes open. My eyes are bleary as I climb out of bed, walk out of my room and go downstairs at the sound of Elijah's voice.
He's holding a big red box. I furrow my eyebrows.
"This came for you."
I take it from him.
He frowns. "You still don't wanna talk to me?"
I side eye him as I turn around.
"Angel." He says, "you know I had to tell dad."
I walk up the stairs.
When I get back into my room, I set the box on my bed and tilt my head. I pull the top out, my eyes widening.
Sitting in the box, next to a bouquet of daphnes, is a folded red dress. A gasp escapes my lips when I hold it up in front of me.
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
Paired with it is a pair of clear heels. I look at it for a moment, completely dumbfounded, until I spot the note beneath it all.
I pick it up and slowly unfold it.
2 O'CLOCK ALISHA'S BEAUTY SALON —ARCHER
I smile, a blush rushing up my cheeks. I gently set the dress down, sniff the flowers, and keep holding them as I grab my phone from the bedside table.
