Chapter 145: Dress Fitting
"Come," Jenna urged.
The second Amelia and Matteo stepped into the room, she closed the door shut with a flourish. Instantly, the world felt quieter and more serene without the other couple on the other side. Internally, Jenna prayed that there was even an ’other side’ for her to return to, given how one was drunk and the other acted like she wished she was.
"Each gown I make tells a different story," Jenna said as she led Amelia to a row of dresses.
She pushed an empty rack in front, and every time she passed one that caught her eye, she would pull it out from the stash and add it to the rack. Slowly but surely, the rack was filled with dresses of all cuts and designs.
"Tell me more about yourself," Jenna continued. "That way, we will be able to pick the best dress for you."
Amelia and Matteo exchanged a look before a small confused smile curved Amelia’s lips.
"My story?" Amelia repeated, dumbfounded. The wry smile that formed stretched even thinner. "I’m sure it’s all over the tabloids by now," she joked.
"Everyone can read the dumb little tabloids," Jenna said with a wave of her hand. Then, she placed her hand on her hip, resting it there as she looked pointedly at Amelia. "I want to hear it from you. You’re going to be the star of the show, dearie. We don’t read the stories from the eyes of the side characters."
Her words caused Amelia’s smile to grow a little more genuine. The warmth of Matteo’s hand on the small of her back boosted her confidence greatly as well, and confidence blossomed in Amelia’s chest.