Chapter 13

• Shopping with Amelia was a thinly veiled attempt to smooth over the tension brewing in the house, but Amelia’s disdain for me was no secret.
• We barely spoke as we moved through the boutiques, looking through racks of dresses. She shopped like she was a professional at it, she identified clothes from fabric, designers, where they were made, and what occasion they were won. I followed her lead, pretending to care about the endless fabric choices and intricate designs.
• "Try this," she said, handing me a wedding gown, not looking at me.