CHAPTER 15

Dana Hamilton, The woman in iron was her nickname when she was in Italy. She had previously lived in California with her family before moving to Italy and now, she was back.

She and her husband sat down at the arrivals lounge waiting for Clara. She was a woman of high prestige and a mouth that spat out words like someone drawing a sharp sword from a sheath. She was also a woman of beauty, with her pronounced brown eyes, her orange lips, and dark hair. She was in her fifties but she looked so much younger than other women who were in their fifties. The fact that she had a husband made many men stay away from her.

Her husband, Harriot Hamilton was a man in his late fifties, looking so much older than his original age. His illness had drawn a line on him, he was indeed a quiet man with a quiet nature compared to his wife who was a woman of words and action. "Why did you decide to bring us back here?" He said in a quiet and weak tone. He was frail but not frail enough to speak.

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