RYDEN

　　　 “Are you sure you wanna do this?” I looked at her pretty black dress that fit her perfectly.

　　　 Amelia looked at me through the mirror as she painted her lips in burgundy. “That’s the third time, Ryden.”

　　　 “Look.” I held her by her elbows so that she would face me. “I know you’re upset with what I did to her.”

　　　 “We’re gonna be late, Ryden.” She twisted the ...