The red-haired beauty, as if stepped out of Titian’s paintings, woke up in a port hotel in Melbourne. The girl does not remember anything about herself - neither who she is, nor why she boarded the ship in Bombay. Even the name - Juliana - was read by fellow travelers on the lining of the hat. In her pocket is a check for a large sum, behind her is a hired killer, and next to her is the man who saved her, to whom the girl is inexorably drawn. However, can she give him her heart? Is it likely that she is already committed or has done something irreparable? One way or another, she will have to figure it out soon.