Semua Bab The Billionaire's First Glance: Bab 231 - Bab 240

Amelie’s POV“So, Amelie, what are you doing this weekend while Nathan is away?” Vivian asked.“I’m actually just having a fun day with Eliza tomorrow, and Morgan has her fashion show for the NY Fashion Weekend,” I replied.“I’m attending on Sunday, when are you going?” Vivian asked.“Morgan’s show is Sunday afternoon,” I answered.“Oh, that’s fantastic,” Vivian exclaimed. “Maybe we’ll see each other.”“Maybe,” I responded.My phone rang. It’s Madison. “Sorry, I have to take this call, Vivian,” I advised. “I’ll be right back.”I walked out of the café to the lobby.“Hey, Madison,” I answered.“Hi, Amelie,” she said.“Hi, how are you?” I replied.“I’m doing great. Amelie, I found something out,” Madison stated. “Something huge.”“What?” I asked.“My dad was using the sauna at home, and he forgot his robe,” Madison informed me. “He was walking back to his room when I bumped into him. Amelie, he has a fucking heart tattoo like the one he has on his phone for that woman.”“He does?” I gas

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 may

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 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 POVMarc VanHutton has game. He knows what to say and when to say it. It must work wonders on tons of women, but I see right through him.“So, Amelie. When are you going to come model in one of my shows?” Marc asked.“Marc, I’m not a model. I just did Morgan’s show because she’s a good friend,” I answered.“That’s a shame,” Marc pouted. Not working, Marc.“Morgan, I think I’m going to head home,” I advised. “I’m still feeling a bit tired from that flu I was battling.”“I can give you a lift,” Marc offered.“No, that’s ok, Marc,” I stated. “I’ll just call my driver.”“Nonsense, it’s no trouble at all,” Marc said, flashing a charming smile.“Really, it’s not necessary,” I replied.“I insist,” Marc pushed.He’s really not getting the hint.“Hey, we’re going to head home,” Dante said, walking up to us. “Amelie, are you ready to leave? We could give you a ride.”I turned to Marc and said, “There, problem solved. Dante lives in the same building as me. I’ll catch a ride with him an