AMELIA

I pulled on a black dress hurriedly as I prepared for a small gathering Roman put pm the schedule.

We were attending the wedding anniversary of a major shareholder called Mr. Martinez and truth be told, I had no intention of leaving the house.

Yet, the glare Roman sent my way said otherwise.

I can't say no to him. I have to be careful as well, one wrong move and my mother's company might also be affected.

So I begrudgingly put on some light make up and wore red heels along with a red clutch to match before meeting Roman down stairs.

He didn't spare me more than a glance, which I wish didn't sting as it did.

Making the image of him back at the mall seem like a false memory.

We had a driver this time so I had to sit in the backseat with him. Something he looked visiblly upset by.

I stayed on my side while fiddling wigh my fingers already feeling nervous for what was to come.

My father never took me to such gatherings nor did he ever bother you teach me the way to behave around