Ana walked into their living room, catwalking like a model on stage. For the first time in her dull month, like she had said, she had worn a wide, genuine smile. After she had given up and thought that she was not lucky, the way towards her destiny opened on its own without her trying to push it or work hard. She held her head high and waved at the worker’s as she slumped herself on the couch.

The maids had started gossiping, asking each other what had happened to her since they were used to her being in a sour mood. She always yelled at them and called them...