Henry pov...
The arrangement of this ceremony was quite nice. The table setting. The flowers. The crystal glasses catching the light.
I even saw Lionel James. He was here too. Sitting in the back, his eyes scanning the room like he owned it. Maybe he did. He is the richest man in the world—what do you expect?
But now I only could see Amelia. She wore an off-shoulder purple dress. She looked beautiful. The kind of beautiful that makes your chest ache.
I wish I could pull her over and kiss her till her lips swell.
"Hi, Amelia. You look—"
"Don't." Her voice was ice. "Don't you dare."
She grabbed my wrist. Her nails dug in. Hard.
"We need to talk. Now."
She pulled me toward an empty hallway. Away from the lights, the music, the people. The walls were white. The floor was cold. My heart was pounding.
"Amelia, what—"
"SHUT UP."
She spun around. Her eyes were red. Not from crying. From rage. Fury.
But why? Did she find out I hid her brother's illness?
