Amelia's POV

"Madame Vasquez, Miss Garcia, dinner is ready," Rita informs, bowing her head in reverence.

"Thank you, dear. Amelia, shall we?" she asks, curling her hand around my arm, smiling brightly.

"Yes, ma'am," I said, smiling.

"Now, now. I told you, call me grandma," she says, making me chuckle.

The motherly aura she exuded made me feel as if I was being enveloped with kindness. I smiled, blushing, as she looked forward and led me towards the dinner ...