Don't Play The Victim.

The world couldn’t have played a more ridiculous trick on her. Amara thought as she watched Celestine curtsey and smile innocently. What were the freaking odds! “What is the meaning of this, Celestine?” Melanie questioned, standing up from where she sat and staring at the woman with narrowed eyes. Celestine’s smile did not flatter once. If she was intimidated or irritated by the presence of the two ladies in front of her, which mind you, she was, her professional work smile did not let it show. “I’m only here to assist a customer Miss.” She turned to Amara, totally ignoring what Melanie had to say next. “Is the dress to your liking, Amara?” Amara didn’t answer her question. Rather, she stared up at Celestine, sensing what her intentions were without the younger female needing to speak it out. Whatever belonged to Amara, had first been used by Celestine. This dress and even Tobias’s heart. That was the exact message she was trying to pass across. However, Amara was unfazed. She looked C