“Amelia, what on earth are you talking about?” Silvia demanded, turning her attention to her daughter. “What have you done?”
Before Amelia could give a response, another voice beat her to it. “I don’t remember making such a promise to you, Amelia.”
Winter staggered on her feet as she turned her gaze towards the door and saw Julian walking into the room. He was wearing the tuxedo he had selected for the ceremony, and his hair was perfectly coiffed. He walked past Silvia and Amelia and came to a stop next to Winter.
Winter looked at him, uncomprehending. Amelia’s words were still at the forefront of her mind, and a part of her thought he was here to say that yes, he was eloping with her. But his words did not match what Amelia said, and the way he looked at her did not suggest he hated he
