Chapter 9

Amelia's POV

You would think Miguel was the one who played and won the game by the cheers and whistles and back pats he receives as he walks through the crowd, my presence unnoticed as I walk behind him. I don't know how he deals with it. All of the attention, the people fawning over him, the hype. I guessed I never would. Miguel Angel was the son of a celebrity, a celebrity in his own right and was probably used to this kind of attention and fandom. He'd probably be receiving this kind of attention for the rest of his life. I couldn't imagine living like that.

My eyes spot Bianca at the same time that she sights me and she whispers something in Adam's ear, standing from where she was perched on his lap and waltzing over to me in a stride that radiates confidence. Her smile is so bright as she shuffles past people to get to me that you would think she didn't just see me an hour ago.

The sleeveless fitted blue mini gown she paired with thigh high brown boots, moves higher up her thig