Diana's POV
My doppelganger must be a ghost or something. Because how the hell did she ruin my life here in New York and head to London and do the same with my kids in a mere space of what...nine hours?
Taking a seven hour flight on my relaxing weekend was not how I planned it to go. But at the end of the day, what was a long flight for the sake of my kids?
By the time I arrived Sandra's penthouse, it was already dark. The kids had gone to sleep already, and Sandra was up in the living room sipping wine.
"Hey," I said, walking up to her. She watched me with wary eyes, her jaw clenched tight.
"Took your time." She said. "You were supposed to just turn around, you couldn't have gone too far when I called."
I sank into the couch. "I'm so sorry," I said. I had no idea what to say next. A
