Wrong gift for me

Later that evening, Amelie and Katelyn returned from their shopping trip, their arms filled with bags.

"You barely bought anything for yourself," Katelyn pointed out as Amelie set the bags down on the table in Katelyn's room.

"That's because I went shopping not too long ago," Amelie replied, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Katelyn narrowed her eyes slightly, arms folding across her chest. "Still, don't be so frugal. You're about to become Gabriel's wife, Amelie. You're practically royalty now. You shouldn't hesitate to treat yourself."

Amelie gave a soft chuckle but didn't say anything. A small part of her still wasn't used to the luxury, to being seen as someone who deserved more.