"Maybe I am. Are you a virgin? That would be better." They both laugh at their jokes.

"Tony makes love to me every night. So—totally not a virgin." She said.

"Woah! Tony has a great stamina." She noted.

"He does—even though he is tired. He would wake up at three or two in the morning just to disturb me. d.a.m.n…" Veronica mutter. All what she's saying is the truth. Tony is like that. But she enjoys it every time they made love. She feels like a Queen and a G.o.ddess at the same time. Who wouldn't feel that way? Tony was practically pleasing her and wors.h.i.+pping her body like it was made of gold.

"So, Veronica, tell me about you."

"Me?" She asked puzzled. "Well, I was born in U.S. got adopted there… my foster parents died after a big accident in Virginia… uhh… I have no boyfriend since birth and Tony is my first. I like slacking off more and what else do you want to know?"

"Did your parent's tell you, you are born and got adopted in U.S.?"

Veronica bounce her head as an agreement.

"What if you aren't?" Sylvia asked giving her a hint. Veronica already knows the whole story that Sabrina made. She did calculated it all.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Do you remember your childhood?"

Veronice creased her brows trying to remember but she shook her head.

"I don't remember anything at all. I was raised as Veronica and my parents told me lots of things from my childhood but I remember nothing from all of it. I got into a big accident when I was nineteen so—it is hard for me to remember it all. They said that it was because of trauma that's why I got amnesia…"

Sylvia nodded and observe her to know if she was lying. Veronica was good at lying and she even lie to the lie detector. Its their job. To lie and act. That's how it is. Sabrina taught her so. It was all worth it.

Soon an old house came to view. But it wasn't just an old house but a wide villa. The gra.s.s are newly cut and even the flowers are new. She stop from the stone way by the middle all the way to the mermaid statue on the fountain.

She has memories here. All she could do was act like everything looks familiar but she doesn't need to act anymore because everything that she feel and show was real. She look around and then look up the balcony and the window next to it. Where her window seat is. She always sit there and wait for her father to came home but she learn how devious he was and on how he killed her mother.

Now to that demon, she felt nothing at all. But the urge to kill him.