Alexander POV

I know who you are.

I know about you.

I know you are Hera, not Marry.

The way you walk, the way you talk, and the way you say my name is so different from your sister.

In your eyes, I see your feelings that you're trying to suppress. While in your sister's eyes, I found only ambition and obsession.

You walk very elegantly like a gentle summer breeze. You speak in a sweet but firm voice.

Hera, you might think I don't know yet. But every time you look at me in a way Marry never ...