“Call it old-fashioned, but I still think it’s cute when someone cares for you enough to think about you and write you a love letter.” - Rituparna Darolia.
“Caleb, please,” Amelia McGrath said, frustrated at her older brother. “I don’t need you to give me a lift to school. I’m sixteen, not six.” She rolled her eyes at him, although it did not affect her older brother.
She was disappointed with her family and the old-fashioned rules, which seemed to apply only to her. Where all her friends enjoyed freedom at sixteen, Amelia’s life sucked. Her three older brothers made it their mission in life to protect her from anyone and everyone. Her good looks, which she inherited from her mother, attracted a lot of unwanted attention. She would have preferred to be invisible if that helped improve he
