MILDRED

I AM TRULY NOT XIMENA

"Mildred, what's going on?" Vanessa asked, her curiosity piqued. "You look like you're hiding something."

"Let's go to the garden, Vanessa," I said, my voice low. "I need to tell you something important."

We walked to the garden, the evening breeze rustling the leaves. I took a deep breath before speaking.

"Vanessa, I'm not who you think I am. I'm not Ximena."

Vanessa's eyes widened in shock. "What do you mean? You're Ximena, aren't you?"

"No, I'm not," I replied, my voice shaking.

“Then How are you here? How do you look so much like Ximena? She asked with so much surprised written all...