back of Amelia’s dress when she quietly called my name.
“Mom?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
She stood in front of the mirror, but she wasn’t admiring the dress.
Her expression was unusually serious.
“If Dad marries Aunt Lina today… is she still my aunt?”
I froze for half a second.
“Of course she is.”
Amelia frowned.
“Even if she keeps telling me she’s going to be my bonus mom?”
I swallowed.
“She’ll still be your aunt.”
She seemed to think about that.
Then she asked another question.
“And you’ll still be her
