At first, Yeara had doubted it. She had seen her earlier, yet she wasn't sure it could be Ella. Perhaps her mind was playing tricks on her—after all, she hadn't seen Ella in a long time.
But now hearing that familiar voice that lingered in the air just like how Ella usually called her…the only difference was that this time it sounded more mature than usual.
With shaky breath, Yeara turned, and there she was..Ella. There was a weak smile on her lips. She had grown more beautiful; her features were still the same except they were now grown.
Her hair was packed in a bun — ever since childhood that was the style she liked. She was wearing a light purple gown, the bump on her stomach visible that she was pregnant.
"E..Ella," Yeara's voice cracked. Never in her wildest dream would she have thought this would be the way she would find Ella, not like this.
