After everyone left, Amaia was about to go upstairs to her room. She was already exhausted with everything and really needed some time alone with herself to think straight.
"Amaia. Come here." Her mother's voice stopped her before she could take a step up the stairs. Amaia mentally sighed before turning around with a fake smile on her face.
"Yes, Mom?" She asked, intertwining her fingers together.
"What kind of dress are you wearing? This looks absolutely awful." Marlene's eyes narrowed at Amaia as she scowled at her disapprovingly. Amaia's heart sank to the bottom of her stomach as she looked at her mother. She knew what was coming next.
"Why, what's wrong with this dress?" Amaia still decided to ask as she looked down at her dress. It was one of the few dresses she shopped for herself, and to be honest, she really liked it.
