Am I fucking 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...