Miss Isabel

Nivea looked astonished at herself who seemed to be wearing a very old-fashioned dress. She also seemed to be moving forward toward her. Nivea frowned at her own face.

"Hey lady! Are you well?"

"Oh my! Are you talking to me?" Nivea took a step back.

"Of course, lovely lady!"

"But, how come your face is ....?"

"I was you in the past. My name is Isabel, I come from hundreds years ago."

"Are you kidding, Miss Isabel?"

The girl with braided hair shook her head definitely. "No! I came to see myself in the future."

"What do you mean, miss?"

"You know, I never managed to be loved by the man that I loved so much. He never even wanted to think about my sincerity. And all that made me kill myself, when I saw him marry another girl."

Nivea covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes reacting as well. They widened in disbelief.