Amelia’s POV

I started to shake my head vehemently. “No, no,” raising my hand in clear objection. Going to the bar was way beyond the things I do. In all the hurt and betrayal I've gotten from that imbecile I call my ex, the thought of visiting a bar to drown myself in alcohol never crossed my mind. Therefore, going to one right now, not minding how gloomy I look was not an option I’d pick in the list of things.

Stella’s face fell in sheer disappointment. She pouted her lips. ...