ARIANA’S POV
The sight of her stopped me dead in my tracks. My hand instinctively gripped the edge of my skirt as I stared at her, my heart thudding frantically against my chest. She was standing just inside the doorway, her hand resting lightly on the glass as though she wasn’t sure if she should step in.
It had been YEARS, but I could recognize her anywhere. She was still as tall as ever, with her long ginger-red hair cascading down her back like loose waves of fire and her sharp brown eyes still slicing into me the same way they always had. She wore a simple light blue dress that swayed gently in the ocean breeze.
I blinked, half expecting her to disappear like some silly imagination or mirage, but she didn’t. She was real. There. And in this villa.
“X-X-Ximena?” I whispered shakily
