Finding me: A Journey of Love and Loss

but Amelia Carter felt out of place. Adjusting her borrowed dress, she clutched her champagne flute and glanced around the room. She was here for one reason only: to sec

ng by the bar. He was tall, with dark hair that looked like it belonged in a fashion magazine, and his sharp jawline could cut glass. His confidence was magnetic, and Amelia noticed several women

urned and locked eyes with Amelia. For a moment, the world seemed to fade away. His piercing blue eyes held hers, and an amused smile tugged at his lips. Before she could look away, he was walking toward her. "Miss Car

are?" "Alexander Westwood," he replied with a grin that could melt ice. "Tell me, Miss Carter, what brings someone as genuine as you to an event like this?" Amelia was take

her mission. As she lay in bed that night, Alexander's voice echoed in her mind. She told herself it was nothing, that men lik