Serena’s POV
"Mrs. Lancaster, you're absolutely right," she said, her voice calm yet somehow familiar. "I didn't come for the Storm's Eye collection, though it truly is magnificent work."
My shoulders tensed. Another one of them. Another person claiming to know me, to have some piece of my past locked away in their memories while mine remained stubbornly blank.
"Let me guess," I said, unable to keep the edge from my voice. "You're here to tell me I'm not Serena Lancaster, that I'm actually someone else with a whole other life waiting for me?"
A flicker of something—pain, recognition—crossed her face before she composed herself.
"I'm here because I believe we're sisters," she said simply.
Sisters. The word hit me like a physical blow.
"I don't have a sister," I replie
