“Daisy, you look too much like your mother for it to be a coincidence,” William said. “My parents say you are the spitting image of Joanna Wilson. Everyone who has ever seen her or has been inside Alex’s ballroom can see it.”
“Alex said my maid must have molded my looks, so I resembled Joanna in the portrait.”
“No way!” William exclaimed. “I remember you before you began wearing contacts and makeup. You have your mother’s eyes, and the shape of your face is exactly like hers.”
I didn’t know what to say.
“Your bright green eye color is rare,” he pointed out. “They are the exact shade as Joanna’s, while Olivia’s are hazel green.”
“That’s true, but it wasn't hard evidence.”
“I’ve been talking to Olivia to draw more information from her for my investigation,” William said. “There are sev
