A distinguished guest is coming.
She was nothing more than a maid living as a servant in the count’s household, with no name and no past.
She followed the head maid’s order to stay out of the guest’s sight, and even without that, she believed someone so important would never take notice of someone like her.
“You… you were alive?”
“Pardon? I don’t understand what you mean…”
She ran away from the duke, who spoke words she could not understand, but the more she tried to avoid him, the closer he came.
“May I give you a name?”
“Even if it’s only for a few days, I can’t keep calling you ‘that one’ or ‘over there.’”
“Bella.”
He even gave her a name.
“Isabella was my first love.”
“Then you are someone who has nothing to do with me.”
“You do. You look like her.”
A man wandering through the past, and a woman who has forgotten hers.
What truth lies at the end of her lost memories?
