Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

The neighbors had always thought that Charlotte was Mrs. Berry’s daughter and those three kids were her grandchildren.

Mrs. Berry tried explaining the situation to them at first, but Charlotte told her she did not have to. After all, Charlotte did feel like she was a daughter to her.

They might not be blood-related, but Mrs. Berry was like family to her.

Mrs. Berry was the second closest to her after her own father.

Although she gave birth to the children after her father’s demise, Mrs. Berry was still a loved one to her.

Mrs. Berry had always been there since Charlotte was a child. She never once left her.

house, but hearing the neighbors talking about Mrs. Berry was enough to

said, putting her small hands around her mother’s face, “Mrs. Berry will be watching over us from

the girl’s forehead as

still looked the

were swimming in the fish tank and Little Fifi’s cage was still hanging on the balcony, swaying to

stopped at the family photo hung in the

smiles in the photo. Back then, Charlotte was

and was caught

back then, they

to put a smile on anyone looking

said, laughing at himself,

picture. “I looked fatter

tied it for

warm smile curved on her lips as she

used to comb and tie my hair when I was young. After I got you, she started learning other cute ways of tying girls’ hair so she could experiment on you

Mommy,” Ellie answered in thrill, “She would try different braids every

ask for a photo after she tried something new. I think we still have those photos in the

always look at them when I come back. Let

got off and went back