C139 Notes, Memories, Deja Vu

ARIA

“Alana… why do I feel like I have heard that name before?” I continued asking while still rooted on my position racking my brain about that woman.

I slowly turned towards the lady who’s still shouting at her attendants and stared at her.

I don’t like her face. It’s not that there’s some physical deformity or what but it’s the vibe that I am smelling from her