Lucas Walker hesitated for a moment. "The fingerprints… are completely mismatched."
Ivana Bennett froze briefly, then nodded softly.
"I told you… how could it be such a coincidence?"
The knot in her heart was only because Moon Serenade had died because of her years ago. Knowing he was still alive was already enough.
Moon Serenade, Phoebe—they were just brief interludes in her life.
Knowing Moon Serenade was alive, the stone that had weighed on her heart for five years had finally dropped to the ground.
Right now, what she cared about most wasn't where Moon Serenade was or who Phoebe really was, but the man standing in front of her and whether tomorrow's coronation would go smoothly.
"Is there anything else?"
Lucas Walker shook his head.
"Then that's good." Ivana Bennett smiled and patted his chest lightly. "Go take a shower, and when you're done, try on the clothes. If anything doesn't fit properly, I'll fix it for you right away."
