HOPE
"Happy birthday, Josie! You look absolutely stunning. You remember me, right? I've known you since you were a baby, and now you've grown so fast into a beautiful, elegant lady," a middle-aged woman greets excitedly, her hands cupping my face.
My lips curl up in a satisfied grin as I slowly take her hands off my face. "Sorry… I'm not Josie, ma'am."
I could easily guess she's a close relative of Josie. She freaking has so much resemblance to her mom.
"Oh my. Don't blame me for the mix-up. You literally stole the show. You look absolutely stunning, and I did mistake you for the owner of the party. With such great beauty, you must be from a family I would know. What family are you from?" the woman persists, holding my hands gracefully.