ANNA’S POV (IVY)
"Are you alright dear?" the woman who looked exactly like the spitting image of my mama said, I was young when she died but I never forgot a face, yes, that is, she died, my father said she had died?
Yet, why, why was she here offering me a glass of water with a look of concern from those eyes I could never forget but felt so foreign to me, but that scent I could never forget her rich plum scent.
I didn’t even know when I ran out of the viscount’s house, not even minding the bumps on the road as I was taken back to the manor, I tried to hold the tears this was far too much, why was destiny playing with me, why did I have to meet her, from her scent, she was in fact, my mother.
WRITER’S POV
She had rushed out to the pavilion where she saw Kal taking records
