Summary
One day, my mother became strange. “I’m sorry, Bonita. For dying too early, for not finding you sooner…” Suddenly, she hugged Bonita and burst into tears, then made an odd claim. “Bonita, you are actually the only daughter of a duke.” ‘Has my mother gone mad from drinking too much?’ Bonita seriously worried if her mother had lost her mind. “This child is my daughter?” To make matters worse, the duke they visited bore no resemblance to Bonita. Yet, upon seeing her, he embraced her. “She does resemble Elodie… truly.” What’s happening to Bonita, a simple country girl? “Impersonating my dead wife in front of me? That’s bold.” “Ah, wait, no…!” “If you continue this nonsense, I’ll break this wrist, understand?” Faced with his sincere threat, Aria narrowed her eyes and retorted, “Try it.” “You think I can’t?” “Certainly, you’ll regret it someday.” Because, the ‘dead wife’ Elodie the duke so loved, was none other than her.