Angelica’s POV:
People often say I didn’t look that different compared to when I was younger. Some slight adjustment would be that I grew taller, and most of my baby fat is gone. Granted, I did get tanner over the years, but that’s mostly it.
I used to not think much about it, but now as I stand in the hallway in front of the man I dislike the most, I hate how I barely grew out of my youthful looks.
He recognizes me.
Steadily, I lifted my eyes until it met his fill with nothing but surprise. Taking a few blinks, I turn my head to see a young boy standing beside him, like a clone of how he looked like when he was younger.
My left eye twitches lightly as the air seems harder to breathe. The tight curling of my fingers only loosens when I felt a warm hand tracing on it. I glance over to
