Jamila
I'm wearing a black off--the--shoulder dress, standing in the visitor's room with the Lavistas while waiting for my family to arrive. I'm a little nervous, playing with my fingers. I feel a tap on my shoulder, and I turn. To my surprise, it's Lilibet. " Are you alright?" she asks. There is no hostility in her eyes or tone. 
" Yes," 
She hands me a glass of champagne, which I gulp. " Hey, easy," she chuckles. 
" Sorry," I mutter. 
" Don't apologize," she says. " Jamila, ...