Chapter Twenty Seven

Amaliah sighed. "What am I doing, Sheila? This is so wrong."

"It's not. You're simply moving on, living your life." Sheila grinned, finishing off the last bit of Amaliah's make-up.

"I really shouldn't. The girls are still grieving." Amaliah sighed again and stood up.

"That's what you think. Anyway, why are you overthinking this? It's just a dinner party." Sheila laughed. "You're making it sound like you're getting married."

Amaliah nodded. "Right. I should get going. Thank you for the make-up. You should start doing this professionally. You'd be a total hit."

"As if!" Sheila laughed again and grabbed her keys. "I'll drop you."

"You don't have to. I booked a ride already." Amaliah patted her friend's shoulder and left.

She got to the venue, paid the driver and got down. She took a deep breath and ran her hands over her gown multiple times. It was loose fitting because of her pregnancy, but if anyone looked closely enough, they'd notice that she was pregnant right away.

She didn't mind