Amelia's POV I carried on with watching the movie and a few minutes later, something dropped on my shoulder. I looked at my shoulder just to see William's head there and his words followed "Let me stay like this for a while, I am really tired", he said and I gulped. It does not matter if his head is on my shoulder, right? It does not even mean anything! Right? I turned back to watch the movie but it was just playing in front of me, I could not make a thing out of it. I can feel the rapid beating of my heart in my throat. It feels like it is beating against the inner layer of my neck. I want to turn my head, just to look at him but I still don't want to. I turned my head slowly and when I saw his face, a sigh of relief escaped my lips. His eyelashes are short and perfect? And his nose is straight and high in the air, it has a pointed tip too. I looked down at his thin lips that is just beautifully closed now. His jaw is just so chiseled and it fits his characteristics perfectly.

William's POV We finished having lunch and Amelia turned on the television. I thought I should join her in watching it but when I saw what she is watching, I frown appeared on my face almost immediately. It is a kitchen channel. You know, the type where they teach you how to cook different things. Yep! It's that one. I groaned at her choice of channel and she did not even react like I was in the room. I got up from my seat on the couch and went to get a novel from the library instead. I had not sat down back in my seat when the doorbell rang. "Mary came back?", Amelia asked and I looked at her. "Nope", I replied boldly and knowingly. "Who is it then?", she asked when she realized I know who was at the door even before going to check. "Mia", I said as I stood up. The ringing did not stop anyways. "Mia? Your friend?", Amelia asked again and I smiled. "You have a good memory", I replied as I got to the door. I opened it and Mia's face appeared in front of me. I moved back a

Amelia's POV The doorbell rang as I climbed down the stairs and I headed toward it. Mia was here already. "Hey", she said cheerily as she pulled me into a hug. "How have you been?", she asked when I left her arm. "Fine, you?", I asked back "Good", she replied with a smile and I chuckled. "You are here", William's voice sounded from behind me and I turned to look at him. He is in a white shirt and black suit trousers. His first two buttons are undone. He would go to the company in the morning and be back to pick me up in the afternoon. The wedding party is in the afternoons anyways. "Yep, I promised you and Amelia I would be here today, did I not?", she asked and William sighed. "Thanks once again", he replied smiling widely. "Come on, stop that", she replied and William chuckled. "So, we should go then", Mia said and I quickly pulled back. "I should go and get my phone", I said as I went towards the stairs quickly. I came back in about two minutes later with a small blu

William's POV We walked to the car and I opened the door for Amelia to get in. She got in and I went over to the other side of the back seat. Now, Amelia is sitting in my normal space in the back seat and I am sitting close to her but in her normal seat. Scott is in the front, in the driver's seat. He started the ignition of the car when he heard the door to my side close and he drove out of the parking lot immediately. "How do you know I would be wearing a wine-colored gown?", Amelia asked and I was confused. "What?", I asked back. "You are wearing a matching color bowtie", she stated and I looked down at my tie when she pointed at it. "Oh, Mia texted me about it", I said with a chuckle and Amelia smiled. "Do you like Mia?", I asked. All I want to know is who Amelia is comfortable being around. "Yeah, she is cool, why?", Amelia asked back with a frown. "Nothing, I was just asking. Calm down, vixen", I said as I laughed and she scoffed. "There is nothing not to like in Mi

William's POV I walked into a hallway, away from the party as I searched for father. "William", someone suddenly said behind me and I turned to see my father's assistant. My father was in front of his assistant with the cane he now uses in his hand. How long has it been since I saw this man? Ten years? Fifteen years? "Father", I greeted as I bowed at him. "Mm", he replied with a small smile. I guess he is happy to see me then. We walked into a quiet room and took our seats on the couches there. My father's assistant stood behind him. "How long has it been since your mother took you away?", he asked and I chuckled. "Too long", I replied and he smiled before nodding. "You've grown up well. I would have to thank her for that", father said and I felt my stomach churn. "It's something every mother would do", I replied and he nodded. "I heard about your company", he said and I looked up at him. "It seems to be faring well", he said and I just kept an expressionless face as I n