Chapter Four
"It might just be a case of mistaken identity. Mrs. Gregory isn't someone of little significance; she's the precious daughter of the Brown Family. How could she possibly live in a slum area like yours?"
"That's true, but she really looks so similar. Could they be long-lost sisters or something?"
"I think you've read too many romance novels."
Claura Wood stopped what she was doing and took another look at the female waiter who had just spoken, feeling a sense of doubt arising within her.
Looking alike?
Are there really faces that similar in this world?
Claura furrowed her brows skeptically, her sixth sense telling her that there was more to this situation than met the eye.
She always felt that there was something off about Regina Brown...
Theoretically, as a wealthy heiress just like Regina, why would she know how to do everything, including cooking so proficiently?
