THIRD PERSON POV
Zora let out a weary, exhausted sigh before rubbing her eyes. She plumped on the seat. It was just another Friday night of usual tiredness. She let out another weak sigh, and leaned back in her beat-up leather chair, before looking at the two portraits hanging on the wall.
The first one was her mother and the second was a middle-aged woman. Both have the same features. Zora was a third double ganger for the two women, though she had always thought that her features weren't as striking and her hair was more curly and unruly.
Her mother was a beauty, and she could clearly still remember the men who would try to flirt with her and try to date her when she was single but then she met her father_. "I miss you both so much," she said sadly.
They had looked over her as ther
