Zoriana was quiet in the car watching the view from the window.
They were less than a day in the palace, but so many secrets and schemes were already unrevealed.
She was still struggling to believe that Gael and Tristan were brothers. Zoriana turned to Tristan who was typing something on his phone with a cold, distant expression.
How did she fail to notice it before? Gael’s hair was straight, Tristan had slightly wavy hair, but both had the same sand blonde color. Gael’s eyes usually warm and friendly, not cold like Tristan, but their eye color was the same. The same strong jawline, nose, very similar broad shoulders and build.
“You are staring so much that I am thinking of starting to charge for a view.” Mocked her Tristan, but his eyes were not cold as usual, but full of the misch
