I couldn't believe my eyes—this girl standing in front of me looked so much like my long-lost cousin, my dearest friend. The resemblance was uncanny, and my heart fluttered with hope. I had to let my father know about this, about the possibility that his brother's child might still be alive. The memory of the family tragedy, the loss of everyone at the hands of the rogues, tore at my heart. My father had been devastated, swearing he had seen her lifeless body. But looking at her now, I couldn't help but wonder if she was just a doppelgänger or something more.
Picking up my cellphone, I dialed my father's number and held back tears as I spoke, "Dad, there's a girl here who looks just like Princess Melania. Her name is Melania, and she insists she's not the princess, but she's a spitting im
