My stomach twisted, but I schooled my expression into one of confusion. I shook my head slowly. "No, Father. I don't."
He didn't look convinced. His hand tightened around the glass as he leaned forward, his gaze piercing. "I turn on the television this morning, and what do I see? Headlines about the only daughter of the Whitemore family. The news showing your face. And not just any headlines, ones tying you to Sebastian Cornelius's dead girlfriend."
I gasped, feigning shock as my hand flew to my mouth. "What? What are you talking about?"
"Don't play dumb with me, Lyla," he snapped, his voice cutting through the air like a whip. "You look exactly like her. It's uncanny. And now the whole damn city knows it."
I widened my eyes, trying to look as innocent as possible. "I-I had no idea. How could I? I've never even met him -"
