Amelia’s POV
I waited outside the building, heels planted firmly against the marble floor, arms crossed as the cold night air brushed against my skin. The gala lights glowed behind the glass doors, but the real show had already ended inside.
I knew she would come out. Walking like she owned the world, her arrogance made my tummy churn. She had Aria's eyes, slender and curvy body. The only difference was the hair, Melba had long blond hair. Aria's former hair colour.
I looked at my watch and saw how time was running out.
When the doors finally opened and Melba stepped through, cameras flashed instantly. She didn’t flinch. She lifted her chin, calm, collected, already acting like the place belonged to her.
I smiled and walked toward her.
“Melba,” I said warmly, looping my arm through
