Amelia's POVThe dress clung to Blair's body like a second skin, the emerald green fabric whispering promises of elegance and confidence with every movement. It wasn't a showstopper, not in the flamboyant, attention-grabbing way. Instead, it was simple, yet stunning. The knee-length hem showcased her toned legs, their smooth curves accentuated by the way the skirt flared slightly at the bottom.My gaze traveled upwards, taking in the way the dress cinched at her waist, highlighting the hourglass shape of her figure. The neckline wasn't a plunging V-neck that screamed for attention, but a delicate scoop neck that hinted at the soft slope of her shoulders and the elegant line of her collarbone. A whisper of lace, barely there but undeniably exquisite, trimmed the neckline, adding a touch of whimsical femininity to the otherwise understated design.But it was the way the dress framed her face that truly stole the show. The emerald green fabric, usually a cool and refreshing color, seemed

Amelia's POVIt was a life straight out of a fairytale, where all my wishes magically came true. Blair's voice shattered the dream world, yanking me back to reality. The taste of bittersweet happiness lingered on my tongue, a stark reminder of the world outside my head."Amelia!" My eyes snapped open, immediately throwing me out of my dream at the sound of Blair calling my name. My eyebrows shifted, lowering in slight dissatisfaction as I realized that it was morning already and the sun was just beginning to rise. "Amelia!" Blair's voice rang through the apartment, together with the sound of her footsteps as she seemingly ran in the small apartment to get to the bedroom. I slowly rose to a sitting position and brought my feet to the ground just as she burst into the room, her phone in one hand and in the air, the other hand holding a spatula that seemed to be dripping with batter."What on earth, Blair?" "You have to see this," she yelled out, ignoring the glare I directed her way

Amelia's POVGage cleared his throat. "There's been some media attention surrounding Mr. Thompson and his ex-wife, Ms. McDonald," he explained in a neutral tone. "There may be reporters or paparazzi attempting to contact you, seeking information or pictures."Blair let out a gasp. "Reporters? Here? Why us?"Gage pursed his lips. "It appears Ms. McDonald mentioned a 'special someone' in her award speech last night, leading to speculation about a potential rekindled romance with Mr. Thompson. Unfortunately, the denial issued by Mr. Thompson hasn't completely quelled the rumors."My head spun. So, Jenna thanking Eddie at an award show had somehow blown up into a media frenzy, and we, Eddie's tenants, were caught in the crossfire? Absurdity bubbled up within me, but it was quickly overshadowed by a surge of protectiveness. We weren't celebrities, and the idea of our quiet lives being thrust into the spotlight was terrifying."What are we supposed to do?" I asked, my voice barely above a w

Amelia's POV"Oh, and one more thing," he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Try not to let the media frenzy get to you. It will most likely blow over soon."With that, he exited the apartment, leaving Blair and me alone once again. We stared at the closed door for a moment, the silence thick with unspoken thoughts."Well," Blair said finally, letting out a long breath. "This is certainly not how I imagined the day to start.""No kidding," I replied, a small smile playing on my lips. "But hey, at least you have a date to look forward to. Me..."She squeezed my shoulder in a warm hug. "Everything will be fine, Ames. Now, let's get ready for the day."Her optimism was admirable, but a knot of worry remained lodged in my stomach. The day stretched before me, filled with uncertainty and the looming presence of a media circus I desperately wanted to avoid."You're right," I forced a smile, feeling unconvincing even to myself. "Let's just get this day over with."The following hour

Blair's POVThen, he spoke again, his voice laced with desperation. "Blair, please. Just give me half an hour. I'm at the coffee shop across from the hospital. The one with the red awning. Come on, just listen."The coffee shop across from the hospital. The one I frequented on breaks, the one with the surprisingly good blueberry muffins. The thought of seeing him there, in a place I considered a haven, twisted my stomach into knots."I don't know, Thomas," I mumbled, torn between anger and a sliver of morbid curiosity."Please, Blair," he pleaded. "This is important. I won't take up much of your time."He sounded genuinely remorseful, a stark contrast to the arrogant jerk I remembered. A small part of me, the part that still held onto a flicker of the love we once shared, felt a pang of sympathy. But the bigger, stronger part of me clung to the anger, the betrayal.Letting out a defeated sigh, I finally relented. "Fine," I conceded, the word tasting bitter on my tongue. "But thirty mi