AMELIA’S POV.
She still reeked of sophistication just like she did on the first day I saw her, but at this point, none of that mattered to me. I hardly resisted the temptation to reply to her snide remark which she thought I hadn't heard.
None of her antics, and the way she cat-walked got to me now, as the anger that was stirring within had me facing her head on, ready to give her a fair share of her own medicine. What a b***h!
"Amelia, dear!" She cooed, cutting off my pent-up thoughts with a seemingly benevolent smile on her face.
"How are you finding your stay here?!" She asked, swapping characters faster than it took one to blink. I stiffened, surprised by the fact that she knew my name.
I clearly hadn't expected her to call my name, because we hadn't spoken to each other before. T
