ALYSSA
As soon as the lights are turned on, a portrait of a lady on the wall across the room flashes before my eyes. The lady sits on a chair, and looks back at me with a certain pride swirling in her green eyes, her long midnight blue hair cascading down her slim neck. The lady in the portrait is me.
A gasp leaves my lips. Why am I in this portrait?
"Her name is Juliet," Alaric's voice sounds heavy when he speaks beside me, "She was my mate, and my late wife." There is sadness in his sapphire eyes as he stares at the portrait.
My jaw hangs in disbelief. Is he joking? Because Juliet looks exactly like me. The similarities are so strong that for one second, I started to wonder when I took a picture like this.
