Chapter Eighteen

I had intended to rummage through the pile of dirt and pick the important things I might find and then return to my seat before Dante would arrive, but my plans didn't work. The figure I beheld on the image took the breath out of my lungs, my legs suddenly feeling heavier than rocks.

It was a picture of a girl, she was seated on a long stool, her legs flashed across her face. She held a bouquet of flowers in her hands: A warm smile was plastered across her face.

Now, I wasn't alarmed by the lady in the photograph, I saw something I never could have expected. The hairstyles on the lady's head was a side parted bob, the same hair that Dante had forced me to barb. But that was not all. The gown the lady was wearing was the same gown I was putting on.

The golden yellow gown which had clung so affectionately to the lady in the picture, was the same one I was putting on, the gown which Dante had forced me to wear! My hands started trembling, my chest constricting as a thousand numerous