Amelia hurriedly threw on her favourite dress, a deep emerald green that hugged her curves in just the right way. It was one of Logan's favourites.

She smiled bitterly at the thought as she slipped on her shoes and grabbed her handbag, heading out of the mansion. Her head was a jumbled mess of thoughts, all circling back to what had happened that morning.

Logan’s cold rejection. The way he had pushed away the plate of fruit she’d so carefully prepared for him, comparing her to Julia, as if she could ever be like her.

As Amelia walked down the bustling city street, the memories from earlier that morning replayed...