He’d gone too far this time, invading our privacy. “I can’t believe you’d do that without permission, Peter,” I snarled.“Hey! Take a chill...pill! I did have permission. I asked Amelia. She said to go ahead.”“Sorry. It’s early. I haven’t finished my coffee.” I took a sip, hoping caffeine would hit my brain soon. “So what’s the big deal?” I asked.“Big deal? Amelia’s a star! I’ve had calls from the media. Even Ellen’s booking agent called. They want her on the show.”“No.”“What do you mean ‘no’,. After dinner they went and sat in front of the fire. She looked out of the window at the snow falling with a look he could not fathom. He held her close, and she looked up at him with a mixture of adoration and what he was scared to admit was love. He kissed her. She kissed him back. They did this for hours, just sitting together, being together and kissing. He ran her a bath and bathed her. He threw away the clothes that she had worn on the streets without telling her, he never wanted to see. 'Talk about living down to your stereotypes,' I nearly giggled, butappreciated someone slightly closer to my size. He directed me to a chairthat was next to the other booth. This one seemed to be more like aregular salon chair back home. It was probably sized for a little still,which meant I was a bit small for it still, but other than that it seemedto be normal. "I'm Stacy," I told him after a moment when I had climbedup."And who's this?" the woman asked in a sickly baby talk voice."Bella,". I get the impression that she thinks she may be seeing the real me for the first time. She doesn't know me at all but at least I have her confused.It must come as a big shock to her system to realize that all of sudden I'm no longer under her thumb. Not only that, but our roles are reversed now. She's under my thumb! And apparently everyone is right. Payback really is a bitch.She must be wondering just how much of this she can stand. Her mind is probably working feverishly, trying desperately.