Chapter 19. Uncertain Journey

A month later

"Go, Marissa; we will be fine, won't we, my boy?"

Emmanuel, who was playing with his blocks and letters on his play mats, looked up at his grandmother, and his mother nodded her head and went back to his play.

Then he raised his head again and pointed at his mom, saying, " Mommy, pretty

"Oh yeah? Do you think so?" Marissa smiled and twirled a bit in the sleeveless electric blue ball gown she wore with a pair of strapless pencil heels and a dangling earring. Her neck was devoid of any jewelry, and she swept up her hair in an elegant updo.

"Of course, I should think you would like it, seeing as you were the one that chose it," she twirled again

"Though I shouldn't trust the fashion sense of a woman who lets an infant pick her clothes, I have to say you look beautiful, my dear. You have so much of your mother in you, and believe me when I say that no one in this part of the earth would dispute the fact that she was one of the most beautiful wo