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

seemed like

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

should have dragged her back to the Joneson

a soccer match. “Were you the one who tattled, Frank?” she coldly asked,

not expected to be accused of a crime like that by name. “Tattle?” he exclaimed as

admitting to your crime?”

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

at her. “Why do you want a helicopter? Let me guess; you were going to Damoria

Elspeth chuckled. “You’re smart.”

the brave soul, Elspeth. You know just how close of an eye he’s keeping on you, yet you insist on

of her action. It was too dangerous and would likely infuriate old Mr.

my mind. No one can change

wonder who on earth you took after,” he said, sighing. “You’re so stubborn, always committing to whatever you decide

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

you borrow my private

planned 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

Elspeth could have

did not sit easily with him. “What if he comes here? How do you plan to explain

don’t know where I am, but you know I’ll be back in the evening. I’ll try to get back

old Mr. Joneson, but he was not really nervous. Instead, weirdly

He nodded in agreement.

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

he saw Elspeth walking into his home. “Frank told me everything over the phone just now. You’re

time since I was

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

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

sadness. However, because he was looking down at the

borrowed helicopter, she got ready