I'm Not Daria
Who's Daria??

"Darla, come on." The woman said to me,

Before I could protest, he hooked his arm on my arm and dragged me into the mansion.

As explained earlier, the mansion was huge and beautiful. Everything inside has a color that is coordinated with white and gold. It looks elegant.

"Mrs. Daralyn, it might be better if I talk to Daria for a while," Anna said as she stepped towards me. My eyes narrowed towards Anna as she called out to me by the name of Daria.

Madame Daralyn smiled at Anna and nodded, "Sure" he said

"Thank you" he said, grasping my arm and taking me to the same room I was in when I first woke up.

I was about to ask what happened but she looked at me with a gaze that instantly told me to shut up. I decided to obey him.

As I entered the room, Anna closed the door behind her.

"Sit down" he said, walking to a large bed and sitting by his side. Anna offered me a glass of water and sat down next to me. I drank it, realizing how thirsty I was. I put down the glass and looked towards him.

"Can you tell me what's going on with us?" I asked and he nodded.

"You remember when we were in the room and panicked because we were kidnapped. And someone went into the room after that and you passed out, I was so scared, I thought those people were gonna kill us. But then, the old lady came inside and she called you Daria and-"

Ah the woman who used the red dress before I fainted

"Yes! Why did he call me Daria!!!? My name's Darla!!". Before Anna could finish her sentence, I cut her off.

"Absolutely. He called you Daria. After you passed out, she untied us both and told me that we were completely safe and that she would not hurt us. And I don't know why, but there's something weird about the way he talks to you. Almost like a mother."

"What does that mean?"

"I thought Daria was someone, which the old woman thought. He was also raving about how he regretted whatever he had done that made you run away."

"What's? It doesn't make sense to me."

"I knew. But think this Daria is the girl he's talking about."

"But why does he think I'm Daria? Do I look like him or what?" That's not possible at all. Don't we?

"I don't know either. It's probable. If that woman thinks you're Daria, then you must have a strong resemblance to her."

"But what was Daria to him? what does their relationship mean?".

"Look, that woman is old. He looks ageless but I'm sure he's in his late forties or early fifties. So maybe Daria is his daughter.". Obviously Anna.

"His daughter?????And she as her mother, failed to recognize her own daughter?! That's impossible!"

Anna shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe."

"Where is Daria.

"I don't know. If that woman easily thinks you're her daughter, then her real daughter hasn't seen her in a long time. And he did say something like you haven't changed much even in two years."

"Is he dead?!"

"If Daria had died, the woman would not have said that you were her daughter.

"Looks not, Daria's too young, maybe she doesn't understand how to go abroad". Evidently.

I'm out of guesses. I didn't realize Anna was so smart. But this happened so quickly, what if we were wrong?

A gentle knock rang out at the door and we immediately rushed to our feet.

"How now?!" I asked in annoyance while shaking my hands up and down, something that made me very nervous and could make me wet my bed at any time.

"Don't say anything. I'll talk and don't try to escape again because it'll be useless, you're so stupid" Anna told me.

"Hey! That's worth a try! You never know, I could have gotten away with it if I accidentally threw that guy into the pool,,,,, the pool," I whispered back.

"Sst," he broke my voice as he grabbed the doorknob and pulled it open. There it is again, the old woman again.

"Kids, breakfast is ready. You two must be hungry" he said with a smile, glancing at us.

Anna smiled sweetly at him. "of course! Thank you very much!"

Then he looked towards me. "Come, Daria, I know you're hungry too."

Daria?. I hate that name. Daria is also the name of my high school friend at High School. He sacrifices his precious life only for his girlfriend named Kelvin, a delinquent who always changes his lover every month. When Kelvin wants to end his relationship with Daria, the woman threatens to drink the poison. It was the dumbest thing he ever did. I mean who did that?  I know Daria is very rich, she will obey all kelvin's wishes, kelvin will say that he loves her when Daria gives him a gift.he is too obedient while being in love stupid really stupid!! And what if kelvin doesn't really love her?? Then the sacrifice will be in vain, actually I like the attitude of Daria who was always friendly to me when at school but- ..

"Daria"??" Anna's voice roused me from the daydream.

"Eh.what?"

"Are you not hungry?" Anna asked, turning away from the woman to look at me.

"Yes! I'm hungry too."

"All right then. Come on, let's have breakfast together. Follow me" said the woman.

Anna nodded at him. "Come," he said and took my arm, dragging behind the woman .

We walked down the elegant hallway and turned right at the bottom of the spiral staircase. As we approached the dinner table, my nose smelled the smell of delicious food. I guess it was a pancake that was being cooked and it turned out to be true.

But it's not the only one at the dinner table. The large table was decorated with all sorts of breakfast dishes.

For sure there are pancakes, waffles, bacon, egg and cheese sandwiches, burritos, bagels, fried chicken steak, compotes, pop-tarts, pudding, donuts, muffins, and more, and other dishes that may come from Italy or Japan. My mouth is watering looking at the scene ahead. It is like a paradise for food lovers.

My eyes were still fixed on the food as I entered the kitchen larger than the entire apartment I was staying in, I carefully observed the kitchen. There is a large refrigerator with zero degrees Celsius, two Bosch dishwashers, and an ice maker from Scotland. There are six Russell furnaces that have a grill that ventilates outward. There is also a warming drawer and a built-in cappuccino maker. The entire kitchen is not as white as usual, but rather warm brown with Carrara marble countertop.

There was a bald-headed middle-aged man in the kitchen who was staring at us intently. He watched me from head to toe while looking at me intensely.

"Whoa?" I heard the old man ask me. I lifted my eyes off the floor to look into her sharp eyes.

Is he talking to me?.

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Greetings from me & from me & from my ''2