Amara's POV
At 8 p.m., I got to my grandmother's Villa. Even now, I can still sense her presence whenever I set foot in this place, and it gives me the willies. As much as I mourned her, it seemed as if she had never left this place. She may have bequeathed this Villa to me, but I refuse to accept it because I would feel bad for the people who need this Villa.
As soon as my foot touched the red carpet, I sighed; tonight's dinner seemed more like a celebration. I couldn't believe they had to decorate something so extravagant. Then, out of nowhere, a woman in a short white dress walked toward me.
She held up a glass of wine and smiled, "Look, who's here?" Seriously, dinner wasn't even ready yet, and this woman was already tipsy!
"What's wrong with you?" "What are you doing?" I asked as
