The girl was right on time- startling so. Honestly, he was only a quarter through his coffee and perhaps not yet awake enough to tackle this challenge but at least now she was willing. He set the cup aside. “We just need a convincing story. Some reason you were gone all these years and never tried to contact him.” This he was certain of. It had to be solid and well grounded excuse. “I’ve given it consideration and I’m pretty sure the best way to go about this is to blame a case of amnesia. That night of the riot those two fled their estate into the chaos and were separated.” He had been there so was certain of how easily anything could have happened in that. There was plenty of injuries that night. “We’ll just say you fell and bumped your head. Reasonable?”

“And I had met you at a diner. From there I noticed you shared resemblance to Anastasia, insert a tragic back story on your part” he suggested meaningfully “That always is a sure shot for sympathy. And I figured you might really be her so we head to the manner and that’s how that riveting tale ends. Feel free to point out any holes you see in it though. I’m open for criticizing.”