AMELIA
Unconsciously, I chew my nails and bounce my knees until I feel a hand grab mine under the table on my lap. Tense and startled, I look over with a warning glare, knowing it's Cam. However, he was engrossed in a conversation with my mom and stepfather, but his touch is assuring me to relax.
"Princess wants to tell you something," Cam says. I look over at him, wondering what he meant since I haven't been following their conversation.
He beckons for me to start, squeezing my fingers lightly.
"What?" I mouthed, not sure I understand the signal from his eyes.
Mom clears her throat, and I look over to them. They are calmly waiting for me.
What do I have to say?
"The whole day while we were trimming the community plants, Princess was sorry about this morning, isn't it?" Cam urges,
