Elizabeth’s POV
What the f*ck!?
I stare into a mirror image of myself. It was just the eye color that was a bit different from mine.
“Who are you?” I asked out of amazement.
The woman who stood in front of me with her arms crossed against her chest had an amusing smirk on her face.
“So, you are telling me, Lizzy, that you of all people can’t even recognize your best friend?” Her eyes sparkled with delight. “You promised me that you would never forget me…”
I frowned at her. Confusion was written clearly on my face. I had crossed my arms against my chest, mimicking her posture. Not on purpose, of course.
“Remember. You had a pinkie swear.” She found it amusing and started snickering at my expense. She lifted her pinkie and held it out to me.
Her laughter filled my ears, and before
