"Marivella…"
Cassie turned her head to look at the woman who spoke behind her.
"Am sorry, ma'am? How did you know my name?"
"Ah, Marivella's marks."
"My birthmark?" she asked the lady puzzly.
"The same as hers…."
Cassie looks at herself in the glass wall in that building. She turned around to check her back where her birthmark was visible from her dress.
"The comet will land to the ground, and a butterfly will find its way…."
Cassie tilted her head, confused by the woman's riddles. What's the connection between her comet-like birthmark and the butterfly? She doesn't understand.
"One day, the butterfly finds you. . . He'll find you no matter what, and you'll find him in many places. . ."
"When the comet and the butterfly born on this lifetime, let then Marivella and Carlisle, continue their unfinished love story. . ."
"Cassandra? Where are you?"
