“Are you ready, my dear?”
I continued to stare up in terror at Malphas. I had to remind myself violently that this was just a vision, showing me my past self.
Even knowing this was a glimpse into my previous life, I still tried to scream no at him. Of course, I didn’t. I nodded glumly but kept my head high as I started to walk beside him, out of my bed chamber and down a long, intricate hallway decorated in dark red velvet and gold.
It was only when we walked by an expansive mirror with a golden frame that I realized that I had been wrong initially. I wasn’t seeing through the eyes of my past self at all.
I was currently remembering and reliving the desperate story of my biological mother, Amara.
I stared at my mother’s face in the mirror. She was absolutely gorgeous with long, wavy locks the color of the sun. Her cheeks were rose-colored, and her emerald-green eyes were bright. They were wide and frightened now as she walked beside her groom.
