AMELIA'S POV
I spotted my grandmother in a corner, looking bored and sipping champagne.
“Amelia,” she said, standing up, and her face brightened when she saw me. I wasn't so welcoming. “You made it.“
My jaws hardened in anger. “No, I didn't, grandmother.“
“I know what this looks like.“ She sighed.
“Why wasn't I invited to this party?“
“It wasn't up to me.“ She explained. “Come, let's talk in the garden.“ She took my hands but was interrupted by my uncle.
“That's probably for the best. No one wants her here.“ I stilled and gave him a blank look.
“Uncle Mathias.“
“I'm no uncle of yours.“ He growled, drawing attention to us.
“Very well, Mathias.“ I said, and I thought he'd burst a vein in his head, judging by how red his face got.
“You dare to call me by my name?“
“What should I
