Isabella’s POV.
I am dressed in the same red off shoulder knee length gown as Mari, who seems very pleased with the way we are both dressed. I haven’t gotten her birthday present yet because I do not know what to give her.
“I want to go and tell the other kids about the after school party.” Mari tells me and I give her a peck on her cheek before she runs out with a happy smile on her beautiful face.
I know my name isn’t Isabella, but I do not even know myself. I hate the fact that my memories are dark and I can’t remember anything. I wonder what I really looked like before a surgery was done.
What if I was married before? What if I have kids and I just don’t remember them? My kids will hate me because they will think I wasn’t there for them.
I wonder what my life was like. I wonder
