Amelia’s POV

I was chopping vegetables in the kitchen with Aunt Margot, discussing about work and life in general, while she was gently stirring the rich pot of soup that the aroma had already filled the whole house.

But my phone kept buzzing uncontrollably with lots of notifications. I couldn't help but to wash my hands to go check.

Curiously, I tapped the screen and the moment I saw the headline, I couldn’t hold it in.

“Oh my God!” I burst out laughing, bending slightly as I tried ...