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.

be heading back first.” There was a look of appreciation on his face like she was his daughter who had finally

seemed like she

everywhere for her, he felt like slapping himself

should have dragged her

found Frank in his bed, watching a soccer match. “Were you

by name. “Tattle?” he exclaimed as he

you admitting to your crime?”

say.” Frank sighed, exasperated. “Why are you throwing a tantrum now? You want to borrow my private helicopter?” he asked,

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

Elspeth chuckled. “You’re smart.”

close of an eye he’s keeping on you, yet you insist on going to Damoria right

of her action. It was too

my mind. No one can change it,” she

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

father, Davion Lynwood, was a kind and gentle soul who was often

if you borrow my private helicopter,

out,” she 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

could have

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

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 get back as soon as

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

He nodded in agreement.

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

walking into his home. “Frank told me everything over the phone

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

a chuckle. “I know you’re doing this for

that, there was nothing she needed to hide. “That’s right,” she replied, smiling. “After all, a day apart as lovers would feel as long as three

in sadness. However, because he was looking down at the leaves on the ground the entire time, she merely thought there was something

her borrowed helicopter, she got