Amelia
“Look, Mother, Ezra is letting riff-raff into the club,” Chanel says as she and her mother approach us.
“What did she call us?” My mom asks.
“Be nice, Chanel,” Sabrina says to Chanel. She lays her brown eyes on me. “Amanda, right?” She says to me.
“Amelia,” I correct her.
“Something like that,” she says, flashing a disingenuous smile. “I see Ezra let you into the club.”
I shrug, “Yeah.”
Sabrina eyes my mom and Mya. She rolls her eyes at Willow and doesn’t acknowledge Chelsea. “How do you like the club?” She asks my mother.
“It’s great,” Mom says enthusiastically. She holds a handout towards Sabrina. “I’m Carol, Amelia’s mother.”
Sabrina presses her lips together, “Of course you are.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Mya speaks up.
“That is my sister-in-law, Mya,” I say. “
