“Amelia,” Victor growls, still angry by the revelation of her deceit.
She, however, is unphased. Or at least, she acts like it.
“Victor!” she says, taking four happy steps forward, closing the distance between them and placing a kiss on his cheek. Around him, Victor hears the crowd hush, all eyes on them.
“Oh, darling, don’t tell me you’re leaving,” Amelia coos, putting a soft hand on his cheek.
Victor stops himself from flinching away, not wanting to give the onlookers anything to gossip about. He looks down at Amelia for a moment and curses, internally, when he sees the flash of a camera to his right.
He turns to glare at the reporter, who skitters away, before turning his attention back to Amelia. “Yes,” he growls, “I’m leaving.”
“Such a shame,” she murmurs, looking beyond him a
