Amara's pov
"Nope! Not the same person." Rose shook her head and I managed to raise a brow at her while spinning across the bedroom doing my last dance lap, "The only similarities they have are the same eyes, same statue and they both call you by your middle name which they found out about in different ways."
"Hmm." I did a couple of final spins and then my feet dropped shortly after the piano music from my phone came to a halt, "You have a point."
My feet ached as I walked to the coffee table to grab my water bottle. I popped up the covering and instantly took big gulps, I could feel my chest heaving due to how out of breath I was as I drank.
Rose and I were unraveling the mysteries behind my stalker and Mr grump. I told her everything that had happened since my sixteenth birthday.
