“Who is she?”
“Is she a celebrity?”
Jonathan froze.
He recognized that face.
More radiant. More polished. More powerful.
It was Emma.
But she wasn’t alone.
Emma opened the back door.
Two little girls stepped out.
Twins.
About five years old. Wearing white dresses like little angels.
And their faces…
Jonathan’s relatives gasped.
The children were unmistakably his. Same eyes. Same nose. Same face.
