Chapter 271. How Could You, Mom?

Amelie’s POV

“Oh my gosh. I don’t think I could eat another thing,” I said, grabbing my stomach. “I think I ate an inhuman amount of pineapple.”

“Your kids will come out in hula skirts,” Morgan joked.

“Very funny,” I giggled.

“You know me, full-time fashion designer, part-time comedian,” Morgan said boastfully.

“Uh-huh,” I said, smiling. “Let’s get back to the notes.”

“Okie dokie pokie,” Morgan agreed.

Dear Elizabeth,

I still feel like I’m floating on a cloud after our lunch yesterday. I feel so comfortable being in your presence. I noticed every smile, every laugh, and every tilt of your head. I have committed them to my memory. I know you only want to be friends. I will not dishonor you