Louis said, "Giana's parents died early, so she grew up in an orphanage. We first met in the Capital of Amercia."
"She is an orphan... that's so pitiful."
Claudia Ross was filled with sympathy for this woman who bore a striking resemblance to herself.
It's truly a twist of fate.
Louis's hand gently brushed over the frame of the painting: "From now on, you'll live in place of Giana, be a good wife, a good mommy, and a good princess."
He intended to compensate Claudia Ross for everything he owed Giana.
"I don't want to be a princess; Giana is the princess, not me."
In the painting, Giana wore a diamond crown, her smile warm and sunny, like a breath of spring, bringing a refreshing feeling in the heat of the Middle East.
Louis did not say anything more. Once he had made up his mind, no one could change it.
He pressed the switch again and the painting was hidden behind the curtains.
"Are you hungry?" Louis asked with concern.
