Luke’s POV
“Maybe you should just tell her yourself, Luke. I think it’s better that way.” Delia said, and I groaned in frustration, wishing that she would just understand me. I really didn’t know how to face Amelia and ask her for that favor, knowing how much she hated me.
Sighing, I bit my bottom lip, and then I said. “You don’t understand. I’m scared she might ruin this on purpose just to hurt me. Telling her the reason she has to play host,” I phase, shrugging as I looked at Delia, hoping she would get it before I said it.
But all she did was push her brows up. I knew she was putting this on me on purpose, wanted me to come out straight and talk to Amelia myself, but still…
“Please, Delia. Just help me talk to her again. Just tell her it’s important. I’m sure she’ll listen to you.”
