Lila's POV

For a heartbeat, I just stared at her as the room blurred. Her face was exactly the same and completely different all at once. The woman standing in front of me and waiting to take my order is my childhood friend, Jessica.

She still has the same sharp and knowing golden-brown eyes and small scar above her left brow from when she fell off her bike when we were six. But now, her wavy brown hair was swept back into a neat professional bun.

Something in my chest twisted hard. I ...