Shock, surprise and utter confusion engulfed Nevaeh as she gapedly stared at the portraits. She couldn't believe it. How was this even possible? She had seen these portraits when Mr Simon took her on a tour of the mansion. She had seen the beautiful couple in them, but they weren't looking like this. Like her, or like Dale.
She hurriedly searched her mind to remember what they looked like, but all she could find was an image of her and Dale like it was what she had seen all along. But that wasn't right. How was that possible? She had seen clearly, and nothing was wrong with her mind or eyes. But why then does it feel like she had seen this before? Why does she look like her? No! this couldn't be her, It must be Elle.
Had Dale painted a plethora of portraits of Elle and himself? She gasped at that thought, her hand flying over her mouth as her eyes widened to the fullest. That was so surreal even for her. It was way beyond her imagination.
