Amelia browsed through the racks of clothes, her fingers trailing over the fabrics as she searched for the perfect outfit. Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"Amelia, my dear, you look lovely as always."

She turned to see Uncle Smith approaching her, a warm smile on his face. But as she gazed into his eyes, she noticed the curious glances from the people around them. The whispers and pointed fingers began to make sense.

"Uncle Smith," she said hastily, her voice ...