Mrs Scuderi

chapter forty four

One year later....

Amelia's Pov
"Riles are you bullying Freya?"i ask making her chuckle.

"Aunt Amelia it's the other way round, she won't let me bake cookies with her,"

"that's because all the flour was everywhere but in the right place,"she says taking the eggs from her hands and i just laugh at the little banter between them. I've never seen someone quickly replace me as aunt 2.0 the way Freya has. "I'll make the cookies, both of you can go watch whatever it is you watch," "while you're on that could you make us dinner?"Riles asks and it's Freya's turn to smack her head lightly. "I'll make dinner, Melia has had a long day,"she says coming over to me and kissing my forehead and i smile at the action. I did have a long day at the office because it was last minute but she volunteered to spend the day with Riles, so sweet she is.

I get started on the cookies while she puts on an apron and starts working on dinner. I'm surprised at the many things she can do really. I've been to her place twice and i can't get over how humble she is despite how rich she is. I chuckle to myself remembering what Ava said once, the "richer the better" but i can't help it if that's what I attract. Either way i don't need anyone's money. "We're still up for tonight right?"she asks and I want to agree but who's going to watch Riles? I mean i know she's older now but her health to me is important.

"Don't worry i already called my sister to come watch her. She says and I'm already hugging her from behind because of how thoughtful that is.

"Why are we going again?"

"My cousin says she met someone and wants me to see them and she also wants to see who's behind my sudden busy schedule,"she says smirking but i don't know. The hardest thing I've had to do in my life is move on from something i thought was what I wanted. I wouldn't compare her to anyone else because they all loved me differently. Once the cookies are out i decide to go take a shower because apparently I don't know how to keep time. I pick out something i feel complements me and my curves. A black velvet dress with thin straps that falls perfectly below my knees. There's a slit on the side that goes all the way to my lower thigh and i like it. Infact i love it.

Once I'm done getting ready Freya walks into the room all dressed up.

"How'd you-"

"i used the guest bathroom, something about wanting to keep time and with how hot you are we might just forget what that means,"she says making me turn a bright red. "Shall we?" She asks taking my hand in hers adn i nod. "Wow you look amazing! Let me take a picture,"Riles says taking her phone out and snapping pictures of us like it was prom all over again. I hear the doorbell ring and walk over to get it while the two argue about who looks better.

"Hey Amelia, you look wow,"

"thank you,"i say. "So Freya briefed you about everything right? The inhaler the dos and donts and since it's Friday she's allowed to stay up later than usual,"i say having mastered my aunt skills. Ophelia has had to work twice as hard at the office since she got promoted and Riles spends most of her time with me because her mom has her hands full with her brother. She's so mature for her age. "Don't worry she's in safe hands,"she says smiling and that's all the reassurance i need. If Freya can trust her then so can I. We drive in silence with both of us clearly in different head spaces. She's been so nice and patient with me and treats me better than i do myself.

She doesn't want kids as well which is something that draws me to her even more. Not that she has anything against them but because she's content with giving all her love to one person. We pull up to the place that looks fancier than the one we have our date nights in but I'm not even surprised anymore. She helps me out of her black Matte jeep because I'm in heels and we walk in with eyes on us like that's what was missing. Her phone rings and she picks it up. "Okay we'll just pick a table then,"she says hanging up. "They're running late so we'll just wait,"she says before talking to the receptionist who immediately recognizes her and shows her to our table.