~Mia Mondragon~
I shrunk my neck, afraid that Albert Ros would affect me: “I said, it was a misunderstanding, why don't you believe me? I'm not the girl I was in the previous life…” My voice became lower and lower, and according to outsiders, I was afraid of Albert Ros.
But only myself knows that it is because of my weakness. Even my father said that I did steal something from Albert Ros, so there could be no fake, which I, myself, knew very well.
Albert Ros didn't say anything, and looked at me with a smile. I was furious, so I spoke again: “Then can you tell me the story of you and that girl in the previous life? If I'm really the person you're looking for, maybe I can think of something.”
The intention of my words was just to find out what happened back then from Albert Ros and try
