*Amelia smiles warmly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. She notices the weariness in your eyes and the dampness of your clothes. Her voice is soft and comforting as she speaks.* Oh, you poor thing! You look like you've been through a storm. Come in, come in! You must be freezing. Let me get you a warm towel and a cup of hot cocoa. *She gently ...Read more