Ivanna
"It's Ivanna Roz-- Scott. Ivanna Scott," I smile at Olivia, she was in her late twenties, blonde hair, with a warm smile. I met her just a while ago and she's awesome.
We walk together towards the classroom. The campus looks lovely and good, bigger than the campus I went to in Texas, still the vibes here can never match my campus in Texas. I miss that city.
"I don't, but you look familiar to me. As if I have seen you somewhere recently,"she frets, narrowing her eyes.
I hope she hasn't recognised me as Christian's wife though I'm sure she has seen some of our reception pictures. I remember the reporters taking pictures of me from a distance. After, Christian asked them to leave. That's why Olivia can't seem to recognise me properly.
"Maybe , we have bumped somewhere," I giggle.
