Iris is a blonde with gray eyes, an aristocratic face profile, pale skin with freckles on the tip of her nose. Her daughter is the complete opposite of her mother. She has thick black hair that curls at the ends. Olive skin. Eyes the color of dark chocolate. When she smiled, a small dimple appeared on her right cheek. The exact same dimple was on the cheek of the man who smiled at Iris and pressed her daughter to his chest. His daughter. He didn’t even know or guess that the girl in his arms was his daughter, an exact copy of her father. This doesn’t happen, I wanted to shout out to her. "This can't be!"