Amalia Romano is sixteen years old now. Still a dancing prodigy, she lands herself a photoshoot for a magazine that'll help her get to where she wants to be.
It seems like everything's going perfectly fine. Her grades are booming, she has a nic...
When I wake up, Jenna isn't beside me anymore. I pull myself out of the bed, ears piquing when I hear soft cries.
Amalia's bedroom door is open. I peek inside, furrowing my eyebrows when I see Jenna's arms wrapped around my little sister as she tries to soothe her sobs.
I walk over to them, and Jenna looks up at me and smiles sadly. I sit on the other side of Amalia.
"What's wrong?" I ask softly. She looks up at me and shakes her head, sniffling as he leans her head on Jenna's shoulder. My heart warms.
"It'll be okay, Amalia." Jenna whispers.
I watch her speak, my eyes softening.
Amalia sobs again.
•
We manage to guide Amalia into bed, and as soon as we get into our room I turn to Jenna and kiss her. Her eyebrows raise in surprise before she begins to kiss me back.
"I love you." I whisper.
She smiles. "I love you too."
• AMALIA •
"Amalia!"
I peel my eyes open. My eyes are bleary as I climb out of bed, walk out of my room and go downstairs at the sound of Elijah's voice.
He's holding a big red box. I furrow my eyebrows.
"This came for you."
I take it from him.
He frowns. "You still don't wanna talk to me?"
I side eye him as I turn around.
"Angel." He says, "you know I had to tell dad."
I walk up the stairs.
When I get back into my room, I set the box on my bed and tilt my head. I pull the top out, my eyes widening.
Sitting in the box, next to a bouquet of daphnes, is a folded red dress. A gasp escapes my lips when I hold it up in front of me.
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Paired with it is a pair of clear heels. I look at it for a moment, completely dumbfounded, until I spot the note beneath it all.
I pick it up and slowly unfold it.
2 O'CLOCK ALISHA'S BEAUTY SALON —ARCHER
I smile, a blush rushing up my cheeks. I gently set the dress down, sniff the flowers, and keep holding them as I grab my phone from the bedside table.
