4
SAVANNAH
PRESENT
Sasha knocked once on my open office door. “Amelia?”
I looked up from the recent donation email I’d received from the Foster Foundation, a foster charity that my boutique worked with. I’d made promises all those years ago as Miss Georgia and meant all of them. The first thing I did when I started Ballentine was reach back out to the charity and figure out a donation schedule. I’d been active in the community ever since.
“Hey, Sasha, you should see this email,” I said with a bright smile.
She walked around the desk and read over my shoulder. “Oh my God, Amelia! You’re being recognized as Philanthropist of the Year for Foster Foundation, and they’re going to hold a ball in your honor.”
I laughed. “I can’t believe it. I knew we’d been helping, but I didn’t know it wa
