Isabella
In my mind, I woke up in my old room. Not the one I had in Rome, but the one on Aalia. High ceilings and the chandelier greeted me. The lovely scent of jasmine and lavender lingered through the room, as was the air freshener I liked to use when I was younger.
I looked down to see myself in the nightgown that I loved to wear when I was 14. I refused to let Mama throw it away because I loved the baby blue color so much, so I requested that my comforter be in the same color and fabric. My papa got it for me one random day when I was 14, and I had been wearing it since then.
I looked up to find Cassandra sitting across the room. Her legs were folded across her lap. It wasn't the 18-year-old Cassandra I knew; this one was older.
Her dyed blonde hair was cut short into a pixie style
