CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
Tatiana’s eyes glistened with tears.
“So, you want to apply for the position of a teacher in the orphanage?” Emma asked instead of the princess. The princess was far too distraught to speak and have a formal conversation with the stranger in front of them.
The man’s eyes shifted from Tatiana to Emma, as if he was distracted by the girl who looked like she was about to cry. “Yes, I heard from town that you are looking for a scholar or someone with the educational background to teach the children.”
He looked too much like him. The hair, the face, the body structure, and even the way he moves and speaks is so similar to the Simon that Tatiana knew from her childhood in her past life. She can’t help thinking that Simon would have looked like this if he grew up into a yo
