Amelia’s POV

I stood by my bedroom window, watching the leaves in the garden move gently. My cup of tea had almost gone cold in my hand, but I didn’t care because my mind wasn’t even here. It had drifted somewhere else;back to a time that almost felt like a dream now.

A time when Beth was still my best friend.

*Flashback*

We were sitting in my bedroom, soft music playing as Beth held up two dresses.

"This one says you're cute," she said, holding up the blue one, "but this one?" she ...