Chapter 13 - Amelia

I sit at the vanity chair and endure all the prodding and pulling of the makeup and hair stylist. I had spent a whole day locked up in my room. Lorenzo made sure I didn't come out until today, being my wedding.

The makeup team work frantically to make my skin look smooth and freckle free. They add fake eyelashes and juvenile red lipsticks. The heated curlers burn my scalp slightly and I endure. When the hairstylist undo the curlers, my blonde hair pools down my shoulders in thick loose curls. They pull some of it back and add a gold clip for accessories. They help me into the most expensive dress I've ever owned. The thick wedding dress hugs my body and flows down at my hips.

Barely two minutes after I'm done dressing up, my parents come in. My father's expression looks unphased and shows no sign or evidence of what he feels towards me.

My mother gasps in admiration. "My daughter, you are so beautiful," my mother says as she gently grab my hands and squeeze it softly.

"Come on, every