Dante's voice faded into oblivion as I felt something tug at me as I stared back into my own reflection

She stood there… watching me, observing me just like I did, her brows furrowed into a frown.

Dante stared at me and then at the lady dressed in a pink evening gown and then back at me again, his brows furrowing as he tried to make out what his eyes were seeing.

She looked so much like me… except she had more flesh than I do and her hair was a different shade of brown

"She is ...