Professor Carlson had thought he should tell Amelia sooner rather than later, but knowing her temperament, without solid evidence, she probably wouldn't believe it.
Just today, she had told him that she didn't have many close friends in her life. Except for Zachary Shane, even her most respected teacher was involved; he was afraid she wouldn't be able to accept that.
The next evening, Amelia came home early for a change, had dinner, took a bath, and then sprawled on the bedroom bed, pondering over the guest list for the wedding.
There were actually very few real relatives and friends, and most were business partners from the shopping mall. As she was writing, she suddenly remembered something and pursed her lips to look at the man reading a book at the head of the bed, "Zachary's invitation doesn't need to be sent. I'll just call him myself when the time comes. He's flying all over the world every day; even if the invitation is sent, he might not receive it."
