I find her eyes in the mirror.
“I know it’s difficult, and you’ve heard this a billion times, but don’t let your mind win.”
How do they always know what I’m thinking?
I try to say something, but nothing can seem to come out of my mouth. She doesn’t get it—no one does until they’re where I am. Don’t people think I wish I were content and happy with who I was? I crave to look in the mirror and smile for once. Instead, I hate what I see. I can’t even count on one hand how many times I’ve wanted to smash a mirror. The only thing that stops me is the seven years of bad luck.
She gives my forearm a light squeeze. “You’re beautiful, and I know you don’t see that right now. But you light up the room when you walk into it. That’s beauty, Amelia.”
What would I do without Trinity? I swear she’s an angel. Even though she’s been through hell, she’s trying to fix my problems.
Reaching back, I squeeze her hand. “I appreciate it, but enough about me. The boys are probably waiting for us.”
I know she sees right through me, but she nods anyway. “Let’s go.”
* * *
The club is packed. Bodies sway to the blaring music as we make our way through the crowd. The air is humid, making it slightly hard to breathe. Not to mention, it reeks of alcohol. Trinity and I link arms as we follow Leonidas and Elijah up to the VIP area.
Eyes and phones track me everywhere, making my skin crawl.
Am I walking funny? Is my dress pulled down? Am I making weird faces?
“Come here, rock star,” Leonidas says once we make it to our section, reclining on a leather sofa.
Trinity gives me a smile before she makes her way to my grumpy-looking brother.
“You’d better go before he has a breakdown,” I call out to her, teasing Leonidas.
“Ha-ha, you’re so funny,” Leonidas mocks me with a glare.
“Are you denying that you love me?” Trinity acts offended, making it known she’s trying to press his buttons as well. She always teams up with Elijah and me.
His mouth drops open before closing. “You know how much I love you, baby.”
A blush coats Trinity’s cheeks as she drops into his lap and cuddles into him.
Stupid love. It’s overrated.
“Elijah,” I call out to my other brother.
Looking up from where he’s fiddling with his phone, he raises an eyebrow.
“Wanna go have fun?” I wiggle my eyebrows, and a smile lifts his face.
“Fuck yeah.” Dropping his phone to the table in front of him, he smooths his maroon button-down. “Let’s party, girl!”
“Not too drunk,” Leonidas says sternly. He’s the dad of the group—surprisingly.
Giving him a frown, I watch as he whispers something into Trinity’s ear. She laughs, and just when his lips brush over hers delicately, I turn my head away from the happy couple.
“Leonidas, dude, don’t use a condom this time. I’m dying to have a baby in the family,” Elijah yells at them.
I laugh, looking at my idiotic brother, and find a big smirk on his face. Leave it to Elijah to make things weird.
Gripping Trinity’s thigh tightly, he manages to break their intense gaze to peer at Elijah. “Soon. But first, there needs to be a ring on her finger,” Leonidas declares, causing Trinity to gasp and almost choke on her saliva.
Okay, that’s enough scary future talk for now.
