Chapter 162. An Old Friend

Ayana’s POV

My tour around the crowd that is still standing still takes a minute as the figure appears in the multitude. The people are still standing on their spots, unmoving even after the division in the name of Robby or Jerry has disappeared from their sight. They must be wondering who this new girl in the ghetto is that is making so much noise. I have that son of a bitch to thank for that.

All the same, him aside, because I hope with all that he has between respect and humanity, he will never show his face to me again. In the meantime, whom in heaven do we have here?

My eyes furrow in disbelief as the figure makes its way toward me; shock smeared all over me. Well, my reaction is nothing compared to what I am sampling from her face. It seems like the latest wonder of the world is playing right in front of her eyes.

“Ayana Salma? De Mario?”

The annoying name slips from her lips again. She even had to slip this time around to emphasize the min