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.

talking about

around her mother’s face, “Mrs. Berry

the girl’s forehead as they walked

looked the

goldfish were swimming in the fish tank and Little Fifi’s cage was

at the family

brightest smiles in the photo. Back then, Charlotte was carefree and Mrs. Berry

to fly over and was caught

back

was enough to put a smile

Jamie said, laughing at himself, “I was so

at the picture. “I looked fatter than you. Look at my short

it for you,” Charlotte

warm smile curved on her lips as she reminisced about the

Berry 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

Mommy,” Ellie answered in thrill, “She would try

a photo after she

at them when

said, Ellie got off and went back to