Chapter 18

• "Amelia, what kind of costume is this?"
• I cast my best friend a doubtful glance. My so-called pal, the mother of my future goddaughter. With the innocence of the Virgin Mary, she shines at me, yet I know that beneath her lies the wickedness of a thousand prostitutes.
• I had begged her to assist me in preparing for the celebration, reasoning that it would divert her attention from Sam. Amelia is a pirate enthusiast as well. Furthermore, I was afraid that if Miguel found me alone in my home, I would hurl myself at him the moment he opened the door. I yearned for more after the way he played with my hair on the park seat. And ever since our kiss, I'd been positive that my desire was flashing in my eyes, just like the neon that hangs outside South Beach's Art Deco buildings.