The Hawthorne family dinner came sooner than expected. Just as Matteo promised, he had taken care of the logistics. Somehow, he had managed to procure yet another stunning evening gown in Amelia's size, this time in a gentle shade of rose quartz, along with complimentary earrings to match her mother's necklace.
"You look stunning," Matteo said, barely able to keep the smile off his face as he held out an arm for Amelia to take.
He had spent the entire car ride over trying to work up the courage to compliment her, and now that it had left his lips, his shoulders finally relaxed seeing Amelia smile.
"Thank you," she said. A small blush bloomed across her cheeks, barely covered by the thin layer of makeup she wore.
Amelia took his arm, and they stepped into the Hawthorne estate. This time, there was no one who dared to stop her. The servants emerged and bowed low to Matteo, and bowed even lower to Amelia.
