AMELIA
I finished fixing my hair as Charlie pulled up the zipper of my dress, which closed perfectly around my body, molding itself around it like a glove.
"This is so unfair," my sister grumbled, though her half-smile said it all. "Not only is this dress amazing, but you'll have Erik in the room next to yours for days!"
"Careful, you don't want Josh to overhear you," I chuckled. At the mention of her mate's name, her smile went from ironic to lovesick.
"I'm joking, of course," Charlie said, taking a step back. "However ... it's really unbelievable. I mean, you coexisting with Erik, convincing him to stay with us to show him we're not criminals ... what the hell is going on, Amy?" she asked, genuine curiosity in her blue eyes, the same shade as our mom's. "It's been days since I hear
