Chapter 77
It was a breezy Wednesday morning, sunlight spilling softly through the kitchen windows of Amelia’s apartment. She sat at the counter, lazily chewing a dry piece of toast, her legs crossed, hair pinned up in a loose bun as she stared blankly at the wall. The taste was dull, the texture borderline cardboard, and she couldn’t help the sigh that slipped past her lips.
"I miss real food," she muttered to herself, glancing down at the slice as if it were to blame. "Is it too much to ask for some scrambled eggs or perfectly browned pancakes? Kai may have been annoying, but at least he knew how to cook."
Right on cue, the front door burst open and Sera strutted in, her chin held high.
"Rise and shine, Amelia!" Sera declared, sweeping into the apartment like she owned the place. She wore a tight cheetah-print bodycon dress that hugged every curve, on her legs were cream platform heels that clicked on the hardwood floor, and a cream-colored fur wrap draped dramatically around her shoulders.
Amelia blinked. "Why are you here this early?"
Sera flipped her hair. "To show you how fabulous I can be, obviously. Now finish up, we have a date with Dior."
Amelia groaned. "Can this wait? I was just beginning to make peace with my pathetic breakfast."
"Nope! You promised to follow me for this shopping trip. And promises to me are sacred, Amelia." She plucked the toast from Amelia’s hand, took a bite, immediately winced, and tossed it into the bin. "Yep. We’re definitely going."
After Amelia dressed up, they headed to the underground garage and Amelia slid into the front seat of Sera’s car.
"Buckle up, bitch," Sera said as she adjusted the rearview mirror and Amelia did just that.
The drive was filled with loud music, Sera’s off-key singing, and Amelia silently wondering if she could survive the day without developing a migraine.