AMELIA'S POV
“Need?“
“Yes, Amelia. The Millers are very good friends of ours. I would show up myself, but I don't think it's the best idea.“
"Amelia, baby,” my mother admonished. “You need to do this for your father because there's no way I'm letting him out for any event.“
“I'm already taking care of his company.“ I pointed out. “I don't need to do anything else.“
My father looked uncomfortable, but I didn't care. My mother laughed nervously to cover it up.
“Come on, baby. Let's talk about this outside.“
She ushered me out and ordered my father to rest up.
“Amelia, please. Do this one thing for him. I'll even be your date if you like. He just needs someone who can talk business there.“
“Why can't he ask his precious daughter?“ I snarked back. My mother's face fell at the mention
