Amara POV“Greta?” Estrid’s voice calls out from the main bedroom area, before she enters into the walk in wardrobe, finding both Greta and I. She stops abruptly, her cold eyes…like her brother’s, scrutinising my appearance. I can hear my own heart beating loudly, feel it thudding against my chest as I shrink under her glare…waiting for her to laugh, to tell me how terrible I look.“Amara…” I take a deep breath in to prepare myself, here it comes. I knew this dress was too much, I should have been more firm with Greta, should have spoken up more…trusted my gut.“…you look beautiful.”“I…really?” Her words stun me. There was no malice, no mockery…nothing like at home. “Yes.” She follows with a simple nod, before she tears her eyes away from me, to speak to Greta.That was it, back to business. “Go get dressed.” She orders at her cousin before moving deeper into the room and taking a seat on the dressing stool. They couldn’t be more different, Greta was all warmth and positivity, w
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