She can't go down in this torn dress... Van Dough had sent away all the remaining dresses back to the stores. Now she doesn't even have a second option to wear.Means.. she is not attending the party? She wished to see the masquerade party in her life.. now that her dress is ruined, what will she do?A tear rolled down her cheek. Why do her dreams always break away? She can't even stay happy for a minute.Another second and the tears started flowing from her eyes, heavy much.. she cried and sobbed, sitting on the floor of changing room.After full five minutes, a girl came in and called out her name."Amelia.," she said and got no response. Then, she heard sobs coming from the changing room, as she walked there and opened the door, she was startled."Amelia!" she said and got on her knees, fidgety all over her face."H-Hope.." she stuttered crying, taking big hiccups as she trying to speak."What happened?" asked the concerned

She never shows much of what she holds inside. All the tears lining her heart like cracks on a wall. Treating everyone she meets with kindness. Her face wearing a smile that fools them all. Deep inside of her lives a story. One of disappointment and regret. The words line her veins with all her pain. Of all the dreams that have slipped away through time. She wears a locket around her neck. It holds pictures of a life she would love to live. She never opens it, but she keeps it there. Like a wish that she never whispers, even so, herself, so many dreams, so many desires. And yet so much fear, hiding deep behind her smile. A locket filled with hopes of life, filled with love. A dream to open it and share it with the world.Christian was lost in his thoughts until Amelia interrupted him saying, "What is it?""Nothing." he shook his head. The dance was finished when Stig and Spikes were talking because of Hope and Amelia. They, but pretended not to know each o

 "Okay, tell me about it... everything," Hope sneaked in Amelia's room and after everybody went to sleep, both of them talked... whispering actually."Oh, its nothing..." she blushed, recalling the romantic moments she and Stig spent together."But Amelia... I have a thought..." Hope who seemed to lost deep in thoughts turned her face towards Amelia who was laying on the bed."What is it?" she asked attentively."What if both of them are fooling us around..." Hope said fascinated."See, they kept on wearing the masks and never took it off. What are they trying to hide?" and she somewhat made a point."Next time they are meeting us, I'm asking them to remove the mask. And if not I will force them. Otherwise, we are not meeting again," Hope was babbling while Amelia kept on thinking."We'll see..." she replied.Next day when she was taken to Van Dough, he shouted on her."Where did you run away?" he asked in vexation."I

"Idiot! Where the bloody hell is he?" Chris murmured under his breath, standing in front of a private jet, surrounded by bodyguards.It was seven in the morning, the birds chirping and the smell of fresh flowers and fruits spread in the air."Sir, we are ready to take off," the pilot informed and he clenched his fist in anger.Kristopher and Christian should be running away at this time of hour because he doesn't want to get engaged yet.Well, technically Christian Valentino and Blair Fernsby are engaged but secretly, only their families know this.But throwing an engagement party means... making it public... which clearly, he doesn't want.What if Amelia saw him on the TV or she comes to congratulate him? She will not even know that he is her Stig.Can he let that happen? "No!" he said loudly."I'm sorry, sir. What?" asked the bodyguard and he immediately strode in the jet and got seated.He, a few more times called

The Balkan was such an amazing hotel that Amelia wouldn't have been surprised to see a stay there offered as a prize on a TV game show. It was tucked away in a crescent-shaped cove with miniature villas spread out along the beach and a low-rise reception area almost lost in a miniature jungle of exotic shrubs and flowers. There was a doughnut-shaped swimming pool with a bar in the inner ring and stools poking up just above the level of the water. The whole place seemed to be asleep. This was certainly true of the few guests Amelia could see, lying motionless on sunbeds."Your suite is ready, Mademoiselle," the concierge spoke politely."I thought we were in Bulgaria," Amelia whispered in a very low voice to Hope who whispered back, "Yes, we are, Amelia.""But why is he speaking French? It's not that we are in France," replied Amelia making a valid point."Maybe he likes French or maybe he is French," Hope said before walking in the capsule lift.The sui