AMARIS
If I were any normal daughter I would be somewhere sulking in grief and wallowing in pain after being told my father died.
But I was not, I had gone to bed last night mentally exhausted from all the Lila and Alpha Corvin drama and this morning Nia had woken me up to inspect the hall in preparation for my engagement party.
A totally normal thing to do.
Honestly, I wasn't complaining because anytime I thought of my father, just like I was doing now while pretending I knew the difference between a white rose and lillies, I was thinking about one of those times he slapped me or kicked me.
"Isn't it beautiful?"Nia asked, glancing at the gigantic hall that was being decorated with ornaments enough to feed two dying Nations.
"Well, it's okay," I responded, clearly not intrigued by the extravaganza on display.
"Okay?" she gasped, placing her palms on her chest heaving. "This is a work of art, Amaris. I spent over a week putting it in place,"
"Thank you," I sighed.
