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~ A M E L I A ~ Instantly, a waft of all the beautiful canapes blessed my nostrils and soothed my anxiety. I looked over to my friends, who were already hugging each other, giggling and chatting away with each other. Somehow, at that moment, I felt like an outsider, like I didn’t belong in their world and like I was a fraud. Hudson had pulled away from his hug with Sammy, smiling his usual beautiful and glorious smile. Where is Amelia? I read from his lips. My heart fluttered as his head turned in my direction. Before our gazes could meet, I scurried away towards the beautiful scents consuming my nostrils, sliding my mask over my face. Scanning the table, my eyes indulged in a stunning array of colours and shapes of the small canapes. Roasted cherry tomato and basil bruschetta, smoke