“Here is….”
Along with the familiar ceiling, the familiar interior of the room stood out. It made Pamela thought that she was still dreaming.
Because this was her old room.
The room was where the young Pamela had lived a long time ago.
“Why am I here? Is this a dream?”
Pamela rose from her bed.
She thought it was a dream, but the coldness of the floor touching the soles of her feet and the old bed’s creaks were all so realistic.
She looked back at the space that perfectly matched the old room in her memory.
The dolls she used to play with, and the furniture was all the same.
She roamed the room dazedly when her toes accidentally hit one of the chair’s legs placed in front of the dressing table.
“If this is a dream, why does it hurts?”
“I’m feeling a little weird… kyaa!”
She closed her mouth in astonishment, but the sound that had already burst out of her mouth was inevitable. In the mirror, she was looking at herself with a frightened expression.
Her long wisps of red that gleamed capturing the light at the right angle. The beautiful pair of purple eyes framed by long gorgeous lashes stared back at her.
On the contrary, her face was still full of vigour, and the look in her eyes that went austere overtime was still pure.
Also, her body, which had an hourglass curve, had dwarfed, she was now even shorter than average.
Something incredible just happened.
It was the very image of her when she was younger.
“What is happening…”
Her shaky eyes widened at the sound of incoming footsteps.
The creaks and steps’ had just confirmed her suspicion. There’s indeed a person climbing the stairs.
Her heart was beating louder and louder as the sound of the footsteps closed in. The tightly shut door slowly screeched open.
“Pamela! What are you waiting for? Don’t say you forget it.”
“Mo-mother?”
Her mother, who passed away a few years ago, stood in front of Pamela.
And she’s younger than the last time she saw her!
“Mother, how…are you alive?”
“What are you talking about?”
The woman, who yelled at Pamela’s words, grunted and approached her. Pamela, who stared at her, stiffened. The woman gripped her shoulder harshly as Pamela let out an involuntary wince.
“No, that’s not it. My mother is clearly…”
She passed away last year.
“You must be half asleep. Wake up and get ready!
The carriage will arrive soon!”
He was donning a black suit. The small buttons holding the garment was about to pop off. Pamela couldn’t help but keep looking at his crooked hat, nearly falling from the carriage’s shaking.
“Thank you for sending me to the convent, but that doesn’t mean you can touch me without permission.”
“What…”
“Pamela?!”
‘I’m sorry, but right now I’m not the same Pamela from ten years ago.’