"Lana?!"
A young woman with sparkles in her eyes, dressed in short jeans and a white plane shirt, with brunette hair, caught her attention and made her uncomfortable as she entered her shop.
"I must be dreaming," Hilda whispered as she approached the lady to get a better look at her before tapping her.
"Lana, is that finally you?"
The young woman, not understanding what this woman was talking about, turned to face her and furrowed her brows in confusion. Then, recognizing that the person who appeared to be Lana from a distance was not the right one, holds sighed deeply.
"I really apologize; I thought you were my daughter. Don't be annoyed." Hilda apologized with a sad smile, and the young lady smiled in return, indicating that she accepted the apology.
