AMELIA
My mother and I regarded each other for a moment. Then I leaned forward for a hug. She let me hold her. When I pulled away, she was smiling a little, and I knew I was on my way to being forgiven, though I wasn't there yet.
"I can't say that you don't look good," she said grudgingly.
"Welcome, mom and-"
I felt a strong arm curve briefly around my waist.
"You must be Mrs Dorothy. I have heard so much about you from Amelia," Damian lied smoothly.
Damian took her hand, kissed it as my mother gave me a reproachful look.
"You have? Well, my daughter has not told me anything at all about you."
Damain turned the full force of his smile on her. She blinked. It was eerie how he was so good at this.
"There will be time to get to know me, I'm sure. Please, come in. No don't worry. I'll
