Sophia’s PoV:
She was beautiful. Blue eyes, brown long curly hair and skin as white as snow. Her warm smile is contradicting her cold hands in my shoulder. I blinked twice, checking if I am really seeing a beautiful ghost. The thing that is bothering me is that she looks familiar yet I couldn’t remember where I saw her. Could I have met her somewhere? But her appearance is something I could not forget at all.
“It really is you.” She exclaimed and I looked around me, feeling awkward. I don’t know this woman at all. I smiled at her and slowly shove her hand off my shoulder. Her hands are really cold and it makes me uncomfortable.
“Who are you miss?” I asked and suddenly her joyous face turned gloomy. It sends chills to my body. Her warm smile was changed into a wicked one and her gentle b
