Hiding Behind Her Superficiality by Kyla Olson

Mr. Wordsworth was sweating profusely now. “Of course not. Why would I…”

“Leave me alone then. I am the granddaughter of the Joneson Family, not a death row inmate,” Elspeth retorted.

It was not the first time she found him annoying, but she had completely lost control this time.

“Miss, please don’t make things hard for me. I am just a butler in the family. I only wish to do my job and support my family. Your actions are really pushing beyond my limits…”

She did not expect a man in his fifties would burst into tears in public.

Although his cries were not that loud, it was extremely embarrassing for her.

“Alright,” she said. “Enough. I won’t go. Stop crying. How can you cry in front of so many people when you’re at this age?”

Mr. Wordsworth finally heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing her comply. “Very well, Miss. I’ll send you home first.”

Home?

“Grandfather said I can go anywhere I want as long as I stay in Blaydal, right?” Elspeth deliberately asked as she stroked her chin.

Not comprehending what she was trying to say, he blankly nodded in response.

“That means he won’t do anything no matter how late I stay out, right?”

As if her words had completely blindsided him, he nodded once more.

“All right,” Elspeth said, standing up and tearing apart the ticket in her hand. “The ticket is destroyed. I won’t be going anywhere, so stop following me.”

Evidently, he was hesitant to believe her sudden change of heart. “You’re not lying, are you?”

“Of course not.”

Her biggest priority right now was calming him down. She could not directly bicker with him, and there was no way she would win in a fight against the many people he brought with him.

well, Miss. If that is all, I’ll be heading back first.” There was a look of appreciation on his face like she was his daughter who had finally grown

him, it seemed like she was an obedient

searching everywhere for her, he felt like slapping himself in the face for having that train

have dragged her back to the Joneson

found Frank in his bed, watching a soccer match. “Were you the one who tattled, Frank?” she

by name. “Tattle?” he exclaimed

to your crime?” she

“Why are you throwing a tantrum now? You want to borrow my

helicopter? Let me guess; you were going to Damoria to look for Callum, but

Elspeth chuckled. “You’re smart.”

an eye

too dangerous and would likely

up my mind. No

he said, sighing. “You’re

heart skipped. Her father, Davion Lynwood, was a kind and gentle soul who was often the mediator of the town. She likely inherited her temper

borrow my private helicopter,

interrupted with a smile. “Grandfather forbade me from going back to Damoria, but I’m not always supervised. When asked about the helicopter, just say that Spencer borrowed it. If Grandfather asks about me, tell him I’ve been staying with you this

could have thought up

him. “What if he comes

have some fun,” she answered. “You don’t know where I am, but you know I’ll be back in the evening. I’ll try to

a big lie to old Mr. Joneson, but he was not

He nodded in agreement.

Spencer’s place. Thus, she headed over to Spencer’s

walking into his home. “Frank told me everything over the phone just now. You’re going to sneak over to Damoria using

right,” she replied. “It’s been a long time since I was there. I miss

yourself,” he said with a

said that, there was nothing she needed to hide. “That’s right,” she replied, smiling. “After

looking down at the leaves on the ground

borrowed helicopter, she got ready to leave the