More Than She knows
699 Words
Author’s Note | Lily’s POV
Keeping to the back, I stood quietly in the hallway of the building. I was nervous—nervous because I knew who she was.
She had no idea her twin sister was standing just a few feet away from her. After the tragic accident that took her parents' lives, she was separated from her and adopted into a new family under a different name.
But fate… it’s strange.
I heard she worked at a fashion magazine now. So I took a chance. I saw her. I saw her today.
And everything came rushing back.
The soft sadness in her eyes, the familiar way she walked, the way she brushed her fingers across her desk like she used to in high-school wish it wasn't like this but the hatred i have for her is too much …
I’m going to see her.
Very soon.
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Velda’s POV
The ring of the telephone snapped me out of my thoughts.
“Hello, madam, sorry to bother you,” my secretary said, “but there’s a lady here to see you.”
“Okay, let her in,” I replied.
A woman walked in—poised, calm, beautiful. She looked like… a feminine version of Jaden.
I blinked, shaken. Am I going crazy?
“Hello Lilian,” she said with a soft smile.
Wait—what?!
“How do you know my name?”
“Oh, I should have known. That smile… that scent… it’s been so long. Of course you wouldn’t recognize me. It’s me—Philippa.”
My heart stopped.
I looked up at her again. “You’ve grown… have aged gracefully. After Jaden’s death, we all lost touch.”
“Obviously,” she said. “No one could’ve done what you did, Velda. But I know it’s hard seeing people who look like someone you’ve lost.”
“Oh, thanks. But there’s a problem,” I confessed. “Not long ago, I met a guy… who looks exactly like Jaden. And funny enough, he lost his memory six years ago.”
Philippa’s eyes widened slightly. “Are you sure about this?”
“Not really,” I admitted. “But my heart says he’s Jaden.”
She nodded slowly. “Well, there’s one way to prove it.”
“How?”
She smiled. “Jaden always sneezed at rare-scented perfume. It was like a trigger.”
I gasped. “Oh yeah! I totally forgot about that.”
“Well,” she stood to leave. “Let me know how it goes.”
“Yeah… sure. I have to get going now.”
“Nice meeting you again.”
“Same here. Bye.”
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Priden’s POV
I sat at my desk, restless.
Without thinking, I picked up my phone and dialed Velda’s number.
“Hello?”
“Hey, it’s me—Priden.”
“Oh, you. Been a while.”
“Yeah. I found your number on the last card you gave me. Mind if I stop by?”
“Sure.”
Fifteen minutes later, I was standing at her door.
She looked so good in jeans and that red hoodie—it took all my willpower not to stare.
“Hey,” I greeted.
“Hey,” she said softly.
I walked inside, nervous for some reason. The way she was looking at me…
“Velda, are you okay?”
She blinked. “Oh, sorry. I just… it’s nothing.”
“Do you want me to leave?”
“No!” she quickly said, blushing. “I mean, no. You can stay.”
I smiled. “Thanks. I’ll just sit—unless you want to get dressed?”
“Oh, I think I prefer it this way,” she said, now clearly flustered.
“You sure?”
She turned away, embarrassed. “Do you… wanna go out? Ice cream maybe?”
“I’d love to,” I replied.
We decided to head to the park. As we sat on a bench with our cones in hand, the wind blowing softly through the trees, I glanced over at her…
And I couldn’t help but think—
There’s something more to Velda than even she knows.
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