"So, what do you think?" Amelia asked, looking at herself once again in the mirror of my room.She had a tennis ball in her hands, which she had found in the guest room a few days ago.I glanced at Amy, tired of her asking me for the fifth time how her dress looked."It looks nice, Amy," I said listlessly.My friend turned to look at me as soon as she heard me speak. Her expression changed to a slightly worried one.She approached the bed and sat down next to me."What's wrong, Minnie?" She put a hand on my arm, waiting for me to confide in her."Nothing is wrong," I said, turning away to avoid looking at her. Her eyes reminded me of someone I didn't want to remember at that moment. "Of course, something is wrong; tell me what's going on," my friend grabbed my arm and made me turn to look at her."It's Esther, Amy, she's been really sick lately," I looked down at the little ball I held in my hands."Who's Esther?" She asked, interested."She's Ethan's mother," I said with sorrow."Do
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