Two Faces Of A Vengeful Heiress
the one with short blue hair stepped forward, “I am Mira. We know you don’t remember us, but we don’t mind. We promised to be there for each other, and a loss of memory won’t take that promise away.”
Luna stood up and walked towards them. When she saw their text yesterday, she didn’t expect them to be these figures.
Laeticia was a famous songwriter who made a name for herself four years ago when she was fifteen, and Mira was the daughter of one of the founders of Lukewood.
“Hello,” she muttered, and they both jumped into her arms.
“Jesus, Cal, don’t ever scare us this way,” Laeticia sniffed her tears. Mira pulled her arm.