Chapter

I placed my hand on top of my rapidly beating chest as I stare at the portrait in shock. I leaned on the small wooden table in front of me and held my head in a daze. I'm confused. I felt dizzy. I felt like throwing up. What does this supposed to mean? Why do I look like her? Am I...her? I shook my head and took a deep breath. "Calm down Mira. Calm down," I whispered to myself, trying to keep my composure. Even though her portrait was made through paint, you can't deny that we look exactly the same. The eyes, nose, lips and even the length of our hair are exactly the same. Just like the other portraits from the outside, she's also wearing a crown and her royal clothes. Her face was void of expression and I can't tell what she's thinking. The only difference she had with others was she's wearing the metal ring on her finger while the others were wearing it around their neck. How could I look like the same as my great, great grandmother? If she's still alive and I saw her, I would think