Amalia looked puzzled at Bianca, the girl was watching her with a strange expression.

″Daughter, why do you look at me like you've never seen me before? ″she asked, frowning with concern.

″It's okay, come on,″ the girl took Amalia's hand.

She could not stop looking at the lady in front of her, immediately the image of the woman on Marco's computer came to her mind. ″She is the same, Amalia Corona, but why are they calling me Bianca, daughter?″ she asked herself confused although also with deep