Chapter 159

AMELIA

The world swayed as Roman guided me through the dark hallways of the building as we made our way outside, his grip on my waist firm but gentle. The alcohol in my system made everything feel distant and hazy, like I was watching the scene unfold through frosted glass. My thoughts kept circling back to Victoria's words, to Bertha's appearance, to the weight of all these expectations I could never seem to meet.

How the fuck am I supposed to be a woman worthy of Roman? A woman worthy of my mother's family and then not becoming the docile creature I was before my amnesia.

How can I get myself out of all these messes I've put myself in?

"Where are we going?" I managed to ask, my voice sounding strange to my own ears.

"Home," Roman replied curtly. The muscle in his jaw was ticking – a sure sign of his anger.

"But the party-"

"It's over. For us, at least."

We reached the parking garage, and I noticed Henderson's valet had already brought Roman's car around. Of course – even wh