CLARABELLE.
WHO IS SHE? That's what Milena thought upon staring at the picture. The woman's face was angelic, as if she had never committed a sin since the day she was born. Her hazel eyes looked innocent, perfectly complemented by her long lashes. She had a cute, pointed nose and naturally red lips. Her skin was tan, but it suited her. Her hair was as black as charcoal. Everything about her screamed perfection.
Milena suddenly couldn't help but compare herself to this woman. Clarabelle... she had heard that name before. If Clarabelle was indeed the name of the woman in the picture, then it suited her well. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.
There was no doubt that this woman held a very special place in Alpha Angelov's heart. And although Milena tried to stop herself, she couldn't help but feel jealous of her. Clearly, even though she was no longer here, she still had Alpha Angelov's heart.