Who: Sasha and Amelia What: Sisters reunite and have Italian. Where: Bella Sotto When: This evening Warnings: TBA
To say Amelia was nervous to meet with her sister was possibly the understatement of the year. It had been almost twelve years since she'd last seen her. How would she explain what had happened in the interim? How would she explain not getting in contact with her? Would they even like each other still? Did Sasha hate her?
She reminded herself that her sister had never sought her out either, and she felt a pang when she thought about it. What if their reasons were the same? She'd heard that their mother had remarried, but aside from calls at Christmas that her father had strictly forbidden her cousin to allow her but that she'd made all the same, she hadn't seen her in as long as she'd been separated from Sasha. Those Christmas calls had come to a halt as well, as Amelia grew into young adulthood and became less and less the girl her mother would have remembered or wanted her to be. Dreaming about what things would have been like if she'd been allowed to stay with her mother was too painful. So the phone calls had stopped.
What must they think of her, this long lost sister and daughter, cut off and never trying to reconnect?
Well, it had to be worth a try. Even if the idea of going out to lunch in a busy restaurant made her a bit queasy.
She dressed in her best sweater, which was still despairingly schlumpy and loose and grey, and put on lipstick for a change. Perfume, eyeliner--anyone else would have been going on a date. Then she was off, out the door and down to the restaurant, wondering if they'd even recognize each other.