Yara walking in elegance stole all the watch of the eyes in the room; it was not her gown nor her beauty which hypnotized the people but her existence itself. None of them had ever met this girl before, nor did they expect her presence in their world.
"Who's that girl?" The murmurs of the guest quelled the silence which filled the room a moment ago.
"How could she become their daughter?" To such a question people raised at her unexpected entrance, Yara relished it instead of feeling awkward for she managed to relax. As Emir had briefed, she merely needed to follow the script that man had written for her.
"And after twenty years, she just shows up; do you believe that she is the real daughter of the Ozkan family?"
Even the doubt from their mouths impacted nothing on her; her feet kep
