I wore an emerald evening gown designed by a renowned Milan fashion house. Its silhouette was flawless—elegant, controlled, commanding. Sapphire jewelry caught the light, casting brilliance that silenced the crowd.
Victor’s expression changed instantly.
Arrogance dissolved into disbelief.
But that was only the beginning.
I turned calmly toward the car.
“Come, my darlings,” I said softly.
Two five-year-old girls stepped forward.
Identical.
Their posture. Their expressions. Their faces.
They looked exactly like him.
The resemblance was undeniable—so precise it left no room for doubt. The shape of their eyes, the curve of their smiles… even the structure of their faces mirrored Victor with mathematical certainty.
Together, we walked down the aisle.
Security hesitated.
Camille’s father slowly raised his hand, recognition dawning in his eyes as he connected me to recent business dealings.
Victor’s voice trembled.
“Elena… who are those children? How is this possible?”
I didn’t answer him immediately.
