Aurora made her way downstairs after freshening up, her mood betraying the composure she tried to wear.
Her mind was still reeling from the shock of what she'd discovered yesterday—and that dream.
Was it just her imagination playing tricks, or was it something real? The girl in the dream had been beautiful, nothing like the body Aurora had woken up in.
Slender and graceful, with long flowing hair and striking features… she looked exactly like me, Luna thought.
Except for those vivid green eyes that set her apart—eyes that shimmered with both sorrow and familiarity.
Maybe she was the real Aurora—how she must have looked in the real world if her body hadn't been ravaged by those drugs.
She was utterly beautiful. Now, after months of exercise and detox, Aurora's original body had begun to resemble that vision from the dream.
Not as toned, perhaps, but undeniably the same.
What confused her most was how the girl had known her. That question gnawed at Luna's mind.
