Her entire body began to tremble uncontrollably. She didn't know if it was from rage or utter disappointment.
"Do you have a picture of Selene Hawthorne? Can I see it?"
Cecilia Sutton picked up her phone, swiped her finger across the screen a few times, and handed it over.
She took the phone with trembling hands.
In the photo, a girl stood in the middle of a sea of flowers, wearing a long white dress. Her long hair swayed gently in the wind, and a small, pink bag was slung over her shoulder.
She was smiling at the camera, her entire being exuding an ethereal, otherworldly aura.
Beautiful, pure, and delicate, like a white gardenia beaded with morning dew.
Annelise Valentine zoomed in on the photo, freezing the frame on Selene Hawthorne's face.
When she saw her face clearly, Annelise's breath caught in her throat.
To her shock, Selene Hawthorne's features were noticeably similar to her own.
Especially the contours of her brows and eyes, the slightly upturned corners...
