CHAPTER NINETY-ONE

AMELIA'S POV

I stood in front of the mirror, trying to steady my nerves. My hands shook as I pinned the final strand of hair into place. Richard had actually stood up for me today.

The memory of it made my heart flutter. Could things really go back to how they used to be between us?

The gown I had chosen for the masquerade ball fit perfectly, hugging my curves in all the right places. It was a deep emerald green, with intricate silver embroidery that caught the light with every movement.

My mask, adorned with feathers and tiny crystals, completed the ensemble. I took a deep breath, feeling a cocktail of anticipation and anxiety churn in my stomach.

A car horn beeped outside my window. “Right on time,” I murmured to myself, grabbing my clutch and heading downstairs.

As I stepped outside, a sleek black limousine waited for me. The driver, a tall man with a polite smile, opened the door.

“Miss Amelia, Mr. Richard sent me to pick you up,” he said.

I slid into the backseat, the soft le
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