Too Late

Amelia sat in front of the dressing table, sh looked like she had just returned from a show and was planning to take off her makeup but for some reason, she seemed to be in a daze.

She pressed her lips together to from a straight line and she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her mind suddenly felt messy and she had so much bothering her. She furtowed her brows and looked down thoughtfully.

This uneasiness that she was feeling…

She was getting more and more agitated and she did not know what to do about it. Something in her guts makes her feel like something is wrong somewhere.

She inhaled deeply and then sighed, when really did not want to make assumptions. However, she also pondered if what she was thinking about really happens. She is clenched her fist and a flash of cold glinted in her orbs.

While she was lost in her thoughts, the door of the private dressing room was opened. She was so distracted that she did not even notice the arrival of her assistant.

"Amy, the van