Am I f*****g baffling for asking him who I was?
No, I should go meet him.
As soon as I turned, I bumped my forehead with a lady who winced in pain.
“Oh, I’m sorry.’ I apologized and as soon as our eyes met, she was dumbfounded.
“Seraphina, is that you?’ she screamed.
Who was Seraphina?
“What! Who are you?’ I stuttered with a raised brow.
She sighed and began laughing. “Oh, sorry. My bad. You are Rudina, right?’
“Yes, I am Rudina.’ I responded with a shrugged shoulders.
“Wow, you look so much like her.’ She walked around me, looking from head to toe. “A complete carbon copy,’ she muttered.
“Who are you?’ I questioned again, wondering what was going on.
“I don’t blame you if you’ve forgotten me. After all, it’s been so many years.’
“So many years.’
“What are you doing here, Morg
