MICHELLE’s POV

Ten minutes ago.

“Dang it” i hiss in anger as the blood continues to trickle down my pinky finger. Out of anger, I have hurt myself all because of that fraud, Maria.

Closing my mouth over my finger, I feel my wound close up and I can't help but roll my eyes.

Just as I make to leave the bathroom, my eyes come across the mirror and I see the woman from earlier. The same one who told me how much Enzo loves me, now I know why she felt familiar. How couldn’t I have known who she was?

“I knew you felt familiar” I tell the figure...