Mia POV

Mia took the mug of hot cocoa from Amelia and wrapped her hands around it. She felt cold to her very bones, and it had nothing to do with the weather.

“Are you okay?” Amelia asked, sitting down on the sofa beside her.

“No,” Mia Scoffed. “The two most important men in my life now hate each other,” she said. “How can anything be okay?”

Amelia opened her mouth to reply but snapped it shut when there was a knock on the door. They looked at each other and Mia didn’t know if she wanted it to be one of the men in question or not.

“I’ll get...