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Fiona's POV. At first I was worried about having to avoid Amelia, after what I say yesterday I didn't want to have to go within five feet of her, but I guess my worries were unnecessary, because the next day Amelia herself avoided me. Usually we had breakfast together, or to be exact she had breakfast and I sat next to her watching and occasionally eating the food she snuck to me, but today wasn't like that, rather than sit next to me, the moment she sighted me in the maids dinning area she quickly turned and ran out, the sam thing happened when she walked into the dining room while I swept it, I was fully prepared to turn around and pretend I didn't see her but she turned and left before I could move. Was I upset that the only friend I'd managed to make here was now totally ignoring me