Leona put all her luggage in the room that was exclusive just for her. After she did that, she went inside the villa to go to the place where her mother and her both like. It was just in front of her room. The quiet surroundings exposed her. The trees that were there still lush, and even the lake was still clean. Her eye caught a wooden board hanging from a tree there, so she approached it.
Leona Fancelli Aragon's tree. March 5, 1993. Grow up pretty and healthy.
Leona smiled bitterly as she caressed it. Her mother wrote it there and she will never forget it. She sat down on the hammock there and took the necklace her mother had given her. She hung it on the wooden board and stared. She suddenly remembered what Amelia had told her before she left her in the lobby earlier.
I'll never forgive who gets in my way. Whoever that is.
