I sat frozen in the middle of the crowded restaurant. People were eating pasta and taking selfies around us, completely unaware that my entire world was fracturing into pieces.
I looked at the woman in the photo who supposed to be my biological mother. I looked at the letter with the ducal crest. I looked at Axel, who was gripping his cane like a weapon, looking ready to fight an army but not sure about how to fight this.
"A Duke?" I whispered, choked up by how absurd the situation was. "My mother was a teacher. She was married to a journalist. I think you have the wrong person. Maybe I'm just a lookalike or something."
"Your mother was the daughter of one of the wealthiest men in Europe," Pennyworth said firmly. "And you, Madame, are the sole heiress to the Huntington fortune and estate."
He stepped back, clasping his hands behind his back in a formal pose.
