Love Me Back (Amelia and Daniel) novel Chapter 58

She stood up, ready to snatch the microphone and hurl it right at Daniel, but just as her fingers brushed the handle, Violet let go. The mic crashed to the floor with a piercing, amplified bang that made everyone in the room flinch.

“Oops, slipped right out of my hand. Amelia, would you mind picking that up yourself?” Violet said sweetly.

Pick it up yourself, you witch!

Amelia’s patience finally snapped.

She kicked the mic hard, sending it skidding across the floor until it smacked squarely into Violet’s foot. Judging by the echoing thud through the speakers, that kick had some real force behind it.

Violet didn’t actually feel much pain, but she still let out a startled shriek.

“You really think you’re worthy of listening to me sing, you glorified homewrecker?” Amelia sneered, her voice icy. “You want to hear me sing? Fine—wait until the day you’re dead. I’ll come stand by your gravestone and put ‘Good Luck Charm’ on repeat just for you!”

With that, Amelia grabbed her purse and stormed out, leaving the whole group in stunned silence.

The room stayed eerily quiet for a long, long moment.

Violet bit her lip, eyes brimming with hurt. “Daniel, she…”

Charles rolled his eyes in annoyance at the sight. “It’s Finley’s birthday. Can you not cry right now?”

Finley, ever the peacemaker, jumped in quickly. “Hey, it’s fine, we’re all friends here. Just a little spat, don’t take it to heart. Come on, let’s sing—let’s put on something upbeat!”

Charles snorted. “Play ‘Good Luck Charm.’”

Violet choked up, a pearl tear rolling down her cheek.

Morgan handed her a tissue, frowning. “Mr. Campbell, your wife is really…”

Madame paused, scanning the room before her eyes landed on Violet. “It was this young lady who made the request.”

Violet, still teary-eyed, blinked in confusion and pointed at herself. “Me?”

Four male entertainers followed Madame in, two settling on either side of Violet and the others heading straight for the karaoke machine.

Madame flashed a dazzling smile. “That’s right! Your friend was very generous—ordered four at once, said you love to sing and wanted them to keep you company all night!”

Finley glanced at the newcomers and nudged Charles. “Tell me, is it just me, or does even a high-end place like Velvet Vice have the ugliest male hosts in town? Does this industry have zero standards anymore?”

He wasn’t wrong. The four guys looked like the last picks for any modeling gig—each one unique, but not in a good way.

Maybe they rarely got called in, because tonight, given their rare chance to work, these guys went all out, beaming with enthusiasm, absolutely determined to give the client a night to remember.