Amelia had never wanted anything in her life aside from Lance. She always thought that he was the only dream she would need in her life to be happy. But she was proven wrong when she did not end up with him.
Losing Lance might have hurt her, but it did not stop her from wanting to be happy, for wishing to meet the right man for her. But at the moment, she had to put that on hold as she dreamed about something else.
She believed that she had no luck with man, but maybe, fate might have something else destined for her. Suddenly, she had new hope that she might still find happiness.
"You are so beautiful, Luisa. You look just like me." She played with the chubby cheeks of the baby in her arms. "I am your godmother, Amelia." Introducing herself to the lovely child.
She touched her nose on her pinkish skin, loving to sniff her baby scent. She believed she could hold her in her arms all day and never got tired of her. She could not get enough of her.
