Mirabel stared at the woman properly, half of her hair was covered in grey and premature wrinkles were on her face.
She was not that old but she was aging already which means she must have been through a lot.
"Excuse me?" Mirabel finally found her voice, someone calling her full name was weird to her.
"Mirabelle, isn't that your name?" The woman asked. "No, my name is Mirabel, not Mirabelle," she denied, you just can't admit to a stranger's question.
Surprisingly the woman chuckled and Mirabel furrowed her brows, does she sound funny or look funny.
"Mirabel short form of Mirabelle, Mirabelle is your full name my love," the woman said and Mirabel was stunned.
Only her mother calls her my love and Mirabelle but that was years ago, could this woman be her mother?
"Who are you?" Mirabel
