“No, Lily. It's Lia. Not Cassandra,” the stunning woman corrected me. A tear fell from her eyes, and she quickly wiped it away with a handkerchief she fished out of her handbag. “I'm your best friend. Don't you remember me?” she asked shakily. Her doll-like eyes were wide as she surveyed me from head to toe, as though she couldn't believe she was seeing me.
Closing the distance between us, the woman touched my shoulders, then felt my cheeks before her hand went to cover her wide-open mouth. “You're not a ghost!” she gasped. “You're real!” she added. Her hands went to her head as though she were having a headache at that moment.
Not knowing how to react, I kept my mouth closed while watching her with fascination. This might be a prank, I thought to myself, but I still wondered how she man
