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.

I’ll be heading back first.” There was a look of

him, it seemed like she

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

her

in his bed, watching a soccer match.

accused of a crime like that by name. “Tattle?” he exclaimed as he

Are you admitting to your crime?”

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

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

Elspeth chuckled. “You’re smart.”

eye he’s

action. It was too dangerous and would likely

No one can

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

a kind and gentle soul who was often the mediator of the town. She likely inherited her temper from her

if you borrow my private helicopter,

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

have

sit easily with him. “What if he comes

know where I am, but you know I’ll be back in the evening. I’ll try to get back as

be considered Frank’s first time telling such a big lie to old Mr. Joneson, but he was not really nervous. Instead,

He nodded in agreement.

private helicopter was parked at Spencer’s place. Thus, she headed over

eyes flashed when he saw Elspeth walking into his home. “Frank told me everything over the

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

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

replied,

in sadness. However, because he was looking down at the leaves on the ground the entire time,

her borrowed helicopter, she got