Amelie’s POV“JONATHAN! HE’S BY THE DOOR!” I yelled, pointing in his direction.Kimmy looked up and saw him. “I see him!” Kimmy confirmed.Dante took off through the crowd, but Jonathan ran out the front door. There is no way Dante will catch him. He’ll be in a cab, blocks away, before Dante gets out of the crowd and outside the doors. I sighed.“I saw him, Amelie,” Kimmy stated and hugged me. “You’re safe.”Morgan and Dutton walked up. “What’s going on?” Morgan asked, concerned.“Jonathan was here,” Kimmy explained. “Dante ran after him.”“Oh my gosh,” Morgan said. “Are you ok, Amelie?”“Yes, I’m ok,” I advised.“Mrs. Michaels? Detective Robinson, here,” a voice spoke from behind me.I turned to face him. “Detective Robinson, Jonathan Adams, the main suspect, was here,” I said, shaken. “Dante Berkley ran after him.”“THE Dante Berkley? Like the Hollywood action star Dante Berkley?” Detective Robinson asked.“Yes, he’s best friends with my husband,” I answered.“Ok,” he chuckled. “I t
Amelie’s POVI had my makeup removed and my hair combed out by the stylist after I changed into my clothes. Biscuit sat on my lap snoozing while I had it done, it seems he had quite a day as well.“Well, you look like the normal Amelie now,” Morgan said, smiling.“I don’t think I could go back to being a normal Amelie now,” I giggled. “That was so much fun.”“I loved having one of my besties in the show,” Morgan stated. “You did such a spectacular job as well. Twerkley, better watch out, you might have a career in acting.”“Oh, nonsense,” I laughed.“No, Amelie, seriously,” Morgan explained. “You sold the hell out of that dress. Fashion is all about feelings. You express yours perfectly to match the dress. In fact, I already have four orders for it!”“What? That’s unbelievable!” I squealed.“Weird thing is, someone called and wants the dress you wore on stage,” Morgan said, looking puzzled. “I said I would have it dry cleaned, and it would be ready in a few days. They said no, they wa
Amelie’s POVI’m backstage at the fashion show. It’s crazy back here. I didn’t know how much work went into staging a fashion show. Models are basically stripped down and redressed in a matter of minutes. No wonder Morgan can lace, button, and zip like a maniac. There are probably 25 models on rotation. I’m in the middle of getting my hair and makeup done. It is Avent Garde, but it looks spectacular, messy curls and leaves tucked in all over the place. Everyone is thrilled that Biscuit is here. Biscuit is over the moon with all the attention he's getting. I think his tummy will be sore from all the belly rubs today.“20 minutes until finale,” Morgan’s assistant announced to the makeup artist. She nodded her head and continued with my smoky eye makeup.Morgan appeared looking frazzled. “Tuella, can you give her black lips?” Morgan asked.“Of course,” Tuella answered.Fifteen minutes later, Tuella declared she was finished. I’m ushered to the waiting area by the curtains.“I’m not going
Amelie’s POVOn Sunday morning, I woke up with both Eliza and Biscuit in bed with me. Eliza must have climbed in with me at some point last night. Probably a bad dream or something. I left them both sleeping as I showered and got dressed. I took Biscuit upstairs, then headed down to the kitchen to find Trudy making sausage rolls.“Good morning, Trudy,” I said with a smile. “Thank you so much for switching your days off, so you can look after Eliza today.”“Good morning, Amelie,” Trudy replied. “It’s no trouble at all, dear. Where is our little princess?”“She’s up sleeping in my bed. I think she must have had a bad dream and climbed into bed with me sometime in the night,” I stated.“Oh, poor little dear,” Trudy cooed.I took the orange juice out of the fridge and poured a glass. I took a sip. My stomach churned, and I covered my mouth. I ran to the bathroom and started emptying my stomach into the toilet. Trudy must have seen my mad dash and showed up in the doorway.“Are you ok, Ame
Amelie’s POVI stretched, rolled over, and was greeted by Biscuit's feet up my nose. Please take up ¾ of a king-size bed, you 15 lb fur ball. I giggled to myself. I had always wanted a dog growing up. Nathan has literally made all my dreams come true. Now, it was my turn to make him super happy with the baby news. I could create some elaborate baby announcement for him, but I think just putting his hand on my stomach and telling him would be the best thing.I heard the door open.“Biscuit. Psst… Bickie,” a small voice called.“You can come in, Lizzybug,” I called out.“Mummy, I thought you were still sleeping,” Eliza announced, running into the room and jumping on the bed.”“I’m awake now,” I stated.“I was going to take Bickie upstairs to go potty,” Eliza revealed. “Uncle Dante said he hasn’t been out in a while.”“That’s a great idea,” I said. “I’ll come with you.”We headed up to the roof.“What is all this?” I exclaimed as I saw a mini buffet laid out on the bar.“Well, we thought
Amelie’s POVMovie night was a success. Morgan ended up staying over last night and took off first thing this morning. It’s Saturday morning, and we’re attempting to make cinnamon buns. Attempt is the word. I think there has been more giggling than actual recipe following. Dante came up and crashed our girls' day, because he doesn’t know what to do with himself when Kimmy is rehearsing for her new show. He has Eliza in hysterics right now. I love Eliza’s laugh. It’s so carefree and pure. I will not for one minute regret taking her and Logan in. In fact, I’d like to adopt them before the baby is born. I don’t want to hear comments like ‘now that you have your OWN kids, you won’t have time for the others.’ Eliza and Logan are my kids. They might not have my blood in them, but I will protect them and love them until the end of time.“Amelie,” Dante called me over. “I think we have cinnamon blobs instead of cinnamon buns.”I look down at the pan. Ok, so this is a miserable attempt, but ma