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.

the house, but hearing the neighbors talking about

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

on the girl’s forehead

looked

the fish tank and Little Fifi’s cage was still hanging

wandered and stopped at the family photo hung

in the photo. Back then, Charlotte was carefree and Mrs. Berry smiled as if her heart was

happened to fly over and

poor back

was enough to

I looked so fat,” Jamie said,

chuckled at the picture. “I looked fatter than you. Look

Berry tied it for

her lips as she reminisced about the

After I got you, she started learning other cute ways of tying girls’ hair so she could experiment on you and you

thrill, “She

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

do. I always look at them when I

that said, Ellie got off and went back to her room to fetch the photo