CHAPTER NINETY FIVE

“Just changing the hair color alone isn't good. You should do a nose job.”

“No.” She quickly objected, her hair stuck to her face as blood oozed from the wounds all over her body.

The scary-looking man glanced at her, his stare cold, sending chills of fear down her spine. She instantly regretted speaking.

“Then a change of name perhaps?”

He bent low to her level and she tried to avoid eye contact, she dared not look Jim in the eye.

“Ye…yes.” She stammered, “I'll accept any name given to me, please don't just make me change how I look.” She begged

“Fine.” He eyed her and held her face tight, turning it from side to side to get a good look.

Satisfied, he beamed.

“From now on, how about we call you Amelia.”

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“Josie, I'm Amelia.”

The two shook hands and Josie kept staring.

“Why are you staring like that?” Andrew sauntered towards them, there were only a few people left at the cemetery.

“She's beautiful.” Josie whispered into his ears, but the compliment didn't pass Amel