Iris's POV
I am standing by the window side in my room, looking out the window, admiring nature as Amelia's words echo in my head. "Next time you're serving Lucas, I'd love to come along," she'd said. I could recall those blushing smiles of hers too. The memory only curved my lips into a smile at the thought that Amelia was truly in love. So deeply, in love that seemed so obvious. Anyone who paid attention could see it in the way her eyes softened when she spoke of him and the excitement. I'm thrilled for her, my heart swelling with genuine joy.
Amelia's excitement was a reminder of how rare and precious that feeling was. My smile widened even more as I imagined her next to Lucas with her usual blush and shyness as I turned from the window, my heart anticipating, hoping I'd witness their love story soon.
