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.

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

it seemed like

day, when he was busy searching everywhere for her, he felt like slapping

her back to the

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

like that by name.

admitting to your crime?” she

tantrum

“Why do you want a helicopter? Let me guess; you were going to Damoria to look for Callum, but old Mr. Joneson’s men stopped

Elspeth chuckled. “You’re smart.”

just how close of an eye he’s keeping on you, yet you insist

her action. It was too dangerous and would

made up my mind. No one can change it,” she

said, sighing. “You’re so stubborn, always committing to whatever

gentle soul who was often

if you borrow my private

going back to Damoria, but I’m not always supervised. When asked about the helicopter, just say that Spencer borrowed

Elspeth could have thought

easily with him. “What if he comes here? How do you plan to

to worst, just tell him I went out to have some fun,” she answered. “You don’t know where I am, but you know I’ll be back in the

Joneson, but he was not really nervous. Instead, weirdly enough, he was more excited than scared about

He nodded in agreement.

at Spencer’s place. Thus, she

eyes flashed when he saw Elspeth walking into his home. “Frank told me everything over the phone just now. You’re going to sneak over to Damoria

replied. “It’s been a long time since I was there.

need to explain yourself,” he said with a chuckle. “I

hide. “That’s right,” she replied, smiling.

because he was looking down at the leaves on the ground

helicopter, she got ready to leave the