Fisraee came into the dining room, her blonde curly waist length hair piled onto her head in a simple but fancy messy bun. She took a seat next to her mother, seeing as she was the only one she remembered.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Who am i?</span><br/><br/>She looked over at Vashen, and her heart quickened it's pace. She was totally in love with this man, but yet she didn't even know who he was, nor who she was. Apparently, she was two different people joined into one. As she looked at the white haired man, a single image of him barging through a door at a bar surged into her mind, and just like that it was gone again. She inwardly cursed herself for not being able to summon any more memories up, and took a look at the guest. She couldn't stop her mouth from falling open.<br/><br/>He was HOT! His golden curls and brown eyes with golden flecks shown as if the he was the sun himself. His skin even sparkled a little. His eyes sat under dark eyebrows, that gave his childish features that of a man. He gave her a warm smile, and she forced her mouth closed. She turned to her mother, who's eyes never left the man. Her mothers mouth opened to speak, and Fisraee noticed a slight hollow tone to her mom's voice.<br/><br/>"Fisraee, I would like you to meet Mikhail Erik, the mayor." Her mother paused, and gave her Fisraee a cold glance, and a hollow smile.<br/>"And your Fiance."