Chapter 47. The Fundraiser

2024

Amelia’s POV

“Jesus, look at that ass.”

I gasped and swatted Kaylee’s hand away when she smacked me, shooting her a glare even as I chuckled. “Excuse me?”

Kaylee, completely unfazed, grinned. “Not yours—though, respectfully, also great—but theirs.”

I followed her gaze and—oh.

Plastered on our television screen were a dozen half-naked boys training on a football field.

Yeah. Okay. Fair enough.

I let out a low whistle when the camera zoomed in on one of the players. “I mean, yeah. That looks stunning.”

Kaylee scoffed. “I know so.” She leaned in conspiratorially. “And you, my dear best friend, look like a goddamn dream tonight.”

I turned to the mirror for the hundredth time, taking in my reflection. The dress was short, skimming just mid-thigh, and hugged every single curve. A shade of deep emerald green, made my hips stand out in a way that even I had to admit was dangerously good. The fabric glowed slightl