I starting to panic around.
What the hell is actually happening. I rushed to the night stand. My phone thank god. I snatched it with shaking fingers, unlocked.The screen light up. Great no fucking signal. I checked again still nothing. My hands started to sweat. I was standing in a mansion I didn't recognise, wearing clothes that weren't mine, being told by a butler my parents are here which is weird because they died. And now I had no connection to the outside world. What if I've actually lost it, what if I'm dead. And I'm a angel in heaven. Get over it Serena you're being stubborn. I scanned the room again. Too perfect and clean. And my hair what, what the hell happened to my hair. I rushed to a tall mirror near the closet. The girl staring back at me wasn't someone I recognised. Her hair was soft, cinnamon brown, lighter than mine had ever been. Her skin glowed like she's been bathing in spa water for a week. Her beautiful freckles around her cheeks. Her eyes was emerald greenish. This was not normal. This was not me. Footsteps echoed softly against the marble floors outside. Then she walked in and I forgot to breathe. The woman was stunning. Not in a " she looks god for her age" or "rich Botox and a blowout"
She looked like a goddess. Tall, graceful, with soft cinnamon waves falling over her shoulders just like mine. Her skin glowed like warm honey. Those golden hazel brown eyes, that almost didn't seem real. She wore a pale cream dress that moved that flowed like water when she moved. I stared like a maniac.
- Serena are you okay honey. She said gently voice warm.
She stepped closer to me pulling me in for a hug before I could react. And her scent hit me immediately sweet like magic. I have to ask what kind of perfume she uses after.