Chapter 6 An intermediary

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked once again at the balcony.

"I'm fine, thanks for the other time" Amelia replied.

"Its fine. It's what every gentleman should do" he answered.

Amelia made a cocky look. "I wish all men are gentle" she replied, the evening breeze blew her red hair, causing it flow freely.

"I'm Maxwell" he introduced, extending his hand for a hand shake.

Amelia didn't hesitate before taking his hand. "Amelia...Amelia Theodore"she uttered.

"You have nice hair" he compliments her. She almost choked on her drink at such compliment.

"What? You think I lied" Maxwell raised his brows.

"Hmm no..." Amelia blushed feiry red and duck her head. She felt so nervous, it was her first time receiving an adorable compliment from the opposite sex. This could only mean one thing, she's finally going to get a boyfriend. Ares was wrong!

"Someone is actually showing interest in me!"

"Someone is finally going to ask me out!"

Amelia was happy, she was in the blues.

"Do you stay around?" He asked.

"Hmm not really" she replied.

"What about your friend?" He asked.

"My friend? You mean Irene?" She asked, confused. How did he know Irene? Have they met before?

Amelia raised her brows in confusion.

"You've met her before?" She asked, her face suddenly dropped.

"Yeah, have seen her twice because I stay around. Never knew she is your friend" Max replied and Amelia mouthed an okay.

"Can you give this to her, fatty?" Max asked, presenting a beautiful wrapped gift.

Amelia wasn't surprised. She has always been an intermidiary. She is always the one to send love messages to her attractive friends.

"Well maybe that's what I really am, Ares is really right, he is not wrong!"

Amelia's expression changed. "Alright, I will do" she replied simply, trying to hide her pain. She had thought that maybe Max will be different from the other girls but sadly, he is also close to her just to use her, as an intermidiary.

"Thanks fatty" he smiled, cutely.

"Can you stop calling me fatty?" Amelia wanted to say but her words came out superfluous. She returned his smile, shamelessly.

"Here is my card, you can call me anytime" he uttered and handed her a card, with that, he left.

Amelia turned and stared at his retreating figure dreamingly till he was out of sight.

She returned her gaze back to the sky, her eyes soon fell on the gift. It was quiet heavy and was wrapped beautifully. She was tempted to open it so as to have a glimpse of what was there but she restricted the urge.

She sighed and decided to return to the party. She sighted Irene dancing on the dance floor, twirling her body beautifully. While everyone was busy with one of two things, Amelia sat alone at the back and watched.

Finally, it was over and she was on her way home with Irene.

"What's that with you?" Irene asked, curiously. She didn't wait, she snatched it from Amelia. "Who gave you this?" She asked, tearing out the wrap.

Amelia pressed her lips together. "Its for you.."

"As it should" Irene replied in a boastful tone that Amelia was used to.

"Wow" Irene gasped at the content of the gift.

It was a jewelry set. A pair of earrings, bracelets, fourteen finger rings, a neck chain with a butterfly pendant. It was so beautiful.

"Its so beautiful" Amelia smiled.

Irene tore the letter open from the envelope and read it. Her jaws dropped.

"Its from Maxwell!" She screamed in excitement.

"Who's Maxwell?" Amelia asked, curiously.

Irene ignored her question and hugged the letter to her blossom in all smile.

"Oh my goodness!!!"

"Oh my goodness!!!"

"I don't want to wake up if this is a dream!!"

Irene exclaimed, excitedly.

"You must have been waiting for this for a long time, I'm so happy for you" Amelia said.

"Thank you, I'm so happy. Maxwell has always been my dream guy. The one and only son of The Weston's. I can't believe this" Irene blushed, close to tears.

Amelia smiled, as she watched her friend getting all emotional.

The drive home was so silent. Irene was busy on her phone while Amelia did nothing.

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Ares was busy with the review of some important documentation his longue when his phone beeped.

A message from his Instagram. He hesitated before checking it, thinking it was from one of those random girls that flocks around him.

"Santos!" He muttered and opened the message. It was an image I'm form of a file. He clicked it open.

And the view widened on his screen.

It was Amelia, the red haired girl.

A smirk escaped his lips, he zoomed picture and stared intently at her chubby cheek to her heart shaped lips.

Then to her neck bone, her upper cleavage peeled from the black gown with a sweetheart neck. He has studied every part of hers. He knows her.

"Where did you get this picture?" He texted Santos.

"Today is Claire's birthday" Santos replied instantly.

"Alright" Santos replied and logged out.

He stopped what he was working on before the message came in. He cat walked to his wardrobe and brought out the diary of Amelia he had.

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She buried her face to her pillow and wondered what exactly is wrong with her that makes guys to run away from her.

Her only crime was being a plus size!.

She was close to tears. Her phone beeped. She picked it sluggishly and have a look at it, it was a short message from an unknown number.

She opened it.

"Hi, fatty!" She read the message and threw her phone away immediately.