AMELIA’S P.O.V
She led me into the living room and I could already tell by her demeanor that she had no intentions of answering whatever questions I had. She gestured to the empty seat and before I could speak, she walked out only to return with a tea cup and some slices of cake. I watched her pour it while taking in the room out of the corner of my eye.
It fit her personality perfectly. It was spotless with white couches and pure white walls. It looked more like an office than a home but I said nothing knowing that I risked causing an entire fight. I waited until she handed the cup to me and made a show of sipping my tea slowly.
“Is there something you need my help for?” she asked. “I have to say, I am shocked to see you here. I thought we had a mutual agreement where we didn’t like each other and preferred to stay away.”
