PROLOG

An old man seemed to be in a hurry to enter a villa on a remote island. His bodyguard looked at him expectantly. Hopefully, he found the right person.

The guest room door was opened. It showed a woman in her thirties who had just woken up from a long coma.

"She looks a lot like your daughter doesn't she?" asked the bodyguard hopefully, in a whisper. "She also lost her memory. That's what you want, right?"

The old man studied the woman sitting on the bed carefully. She lost almost her face. It was heavily wounded, wrapped in thick bandages. The woman's hair was blonde. Exactly, the same as her daughter's.

"Hi, Ava!" he said, finally greeting her. "I am glad that you are awake."

The woman turned to the men who were coming towards her. "Ava? Is that my name?" she asked. Her ocean-blue eyes stared questioningly.

The man nodded, looking in amazement at the woman he called Ava. Those blue eyes were perfect. Almost similar to her daughter's.

"True. And I am your father," continued the man, smiling triumphantly. "Get ready because tomorrow we will start the surgery to fix your beautiful face, dear."