66- Epilogue 1

(Thirteen years later)

Sixteen years old Mia took out a rose twig from her bouquet and took it near her nose to sniff it.

“Hmm. Heavens!” She closed her eyes in ecstasy.

“You like it?” He asked her.

“I love it, papa.” She opened her eyes and a smile gleamed on her lips. Her smile resembled a lot like her mom’s. She had taken that smile and black hair from Juliet. That was the reason Gemma dyed