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.

look of appreciation on his face like she

like she was an

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

should have dragged her back to

watching a soccer match. “Were you the one who tattled,

a crime like that by name. “Tattle?” he exclaimed as he shot up straight.

admitting to your

Frank sighed, exasperated. “Why are you throwing a tantrum now?

you want a helicopter? Let me guess; you were going to Damoria to look for

Elspeth chuckled. “You’re smart.”

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

disapproved of her action. It was too dangerous and would

made up my mind. No one can change

you took after,” he said, sighing. “You’re so stubborn, always

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

if you borrow

“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,

Elspeth could have thought up that

plan did not sit easily with him. “What if

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

first time telling such a big lie to old Mr. Joneson, but he was not really nervous. Instead, weirdly enough, he was more excited

He nodded in agreement.

Spencer’s

his home. “Frank told me everything over the

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

said with a

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

made his eyes darken in sadness. However, because he was looking down at the leaves on the ground

her borrowed helicopter, she got ready to leave the