Nathalia smiled and sighed, "But I'm not like her."
One could see the similarities between Nathalia and her mother. She had inherited her beauty, but she believed that she did not, or could not have the kindness that her mother had.
She had learned to believe that the only way to revenge was to be as evil as the enemy, if not more. That to treat evil people with kindness made no sense to her. It's nothing wrong to be kind, but to allow yourself to be taken advantage of by others just because you believe in kindness is stupid.
Spencer embraced Nathalia understandingly. "You are stronger, braver than your mum." He said gently.
To Spencer, Nathalia was the most precious. What she had in her, her courage, her bravery, her beauty attracted him more and more every day.
She was the gem he desired.
"You, sweet talker. My mum was perfect." Nathalia giggled. His sweet words did do the magic and swept away her sadness.
