Lydia rushed over in a hurry, grabbed Amber's shoulder, and said in a trembling voice as if she could not believe what she saw at the moment, "Are you, Amber Laurel?"
"No. Miss, I believe you have the wrong person." Amber smiled at Lydia as she turned her head. "I'm not Amber. My name is Milana."
Lydia fixed her gaze on the face, which was both familiar and strange to her. Amber, in her opinion, was pure and graceful, whereas the woman in front of her was sexy. There was also a red mole on the corner of her mouth, which added to her allure.
"I apologize. You appear to be a friend of mine."
"Really? Perhaps I am ordinary and look like most girls."
"That is not correct." Lydia had no idea what to say. She could only apologize in the end. "I apologize for my mistake."
"It's all right."
