Chapter 73

“You look familiar…” Someone said from behind. His jovial voice is masculine enough to be a straight man.

Turning his body towards me, my eyes widened with shock because it was Maven, the only close male friend I had back then in my mortal life, back when we were still living in Maine. Last time we had a conversation was a year ago, maybe more.

“Elaine?! Oh my—” he blurted out my name out so loud that the passengers around us knitted their brows. He apologized to the people before turning back at me. “Sorry, but God…is that you?” His eyes traveled all the way from my face down to the Louis Vuitton shoes I am wearing and to the 24-karat gold necklace ornamenting my neck. “You look… wow. I don’t even recognize you at all!”

My heart suddenly melted because, after all, Maven and I were good friends back then. He was the only guy who treated me right and made me feel alive. It was great to see a familiar person here on the plane. At least, my thoughts won’t be flooded by some