Amelia
I stare at the door after Ezra leaves.
“It’s a miracle, Andrew,” my mother says.
“No, it’s dumb luck,” Mya mutters. “If Amelia hadn’t gotten knocked up by a billionaire, none of this would have happened.”
“Mya,” Junior barks at her.
I turn to my sister-in-law with narrowed eyes, “I didn’t realize you were so bothered by Ezra.”
“I’m not,” She hisses.
“You sound bothered,” I counter. “Are you jealous?”
“No,” Mya whines.
“I’m going to walk down to Kylie and Ernesto’s place,” I mention their salon.
“Don’t leave, Amelia,” Mom pleads with me.
“I’ll be back when Ezra returns, okay?” I tell her.
She gives Mya a look before nodding, “Okay, sweetie.”
“Do you want a ride?” Junior asks. “I have to deliver some stuff to Romano’s.”
“Okay,” I smile at my brother and give his wife a
