Florence only glanced at the water puddle next to her. Instead of seeing the perfect version, she saw herself looking at the water. Owen was steps away from her in the water, and he walked toward her with a smile. He passed her by and stood in front of her. However, Florence could see that this Owen only existed in the reflection.
“I will give you everything Milan has. He has taken all of those away from you, after all.” Owen reached to cup Florence’s face in the reflection, and the broken sister felt hands on her face, too. “You were born before him. Don’t you think you were supposed to be the bride of this generation? You were supposed to be the one taken to the mainland and loved by a Dolcezza.
