Amelia’s Pov

“Barbara,” I whispered.

I blinked, half expecting her to vanish like a nasty delusion but she was still there standing a few feet away watching me with that smirk that never goes away.

A shiver went down my back. I didn't expect to see her here. Not in this place.

No. Not right now.

Barbara, the niece of Aunt Margot.

My opponent. Dressed in a sleek black dress that accentuated her figure and her hair falling in soft waves over one shoulder. She looked as put ...