Sorry, but Who Are You?
The deafening voice of my best friend, Eva Newman, and the knock on the door echoed in the room.
Rubbing my temples, I tried my best to recall who this Caspian she mentioned was, but my mind was blank.
"Eva, who is Caspian?" I asked in confusion.
Eva was dumbstruck. She stared wide-eyed at me like she was looking at a freak. "Lydia, are you okay? Caspian is your fiance!"
Frowning, I swept my gaze across my surroundings. I was the only one on the single bed, and I was alone in those artistic photos on the wall.
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