The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 8

With a face like that she could totally slay Hollywood’s A–listers, couldn’t she? If she was not camera–ready, what about those celebs who lived off their good looks?

Emmitt suddenly felt that his sister, whom he was meeting for the first time… was a bit weird. What was up with that?

As he was internally rolling his eyes, Mirabella’s voice came through once more. “But you, you’re different too.” Mirabella said with a teasing edge, giving Emmitt a meaningful look.

Dressed to the nines in a designer suit, his every move exuded an aristocratic charm that clashed with the rumors of a lackadaisical‘ and ‘poor boy‘ upbringing.

A playful glint crossed Mirabella’s eyes. Interesting.

Emmitt was about to ask Mirabella what she meant by ‘different when something–or someone–caught his eye. His lips curved into an indulgent smile, and he waved through the air, “Summer.”

at a swift pace. She was wearing sunglasses, making it impossible to discern her features

I’m late, Emmitt. Traffic was a nightmare,” panted Summer, her voice still catching

He pulled out a pack of tissues

her sunglasses, hooking them onto her dress‘

on her head, Emmitt’s

to ask outright–she already figured that Summer was the girl she was switched at birth with at

Gilbert family and adopted their surname. She wasn’t strikingly beautiful, but she did exude the refined, gentle demeanor that Mandy, her adoptive mother,

to her as if

sparkling eyes like the shimmer of a lake and a casually hooked smile that

Emmitt chimed in, nodding

words ‘my sister‘ from Emmitt’s lips, feeling as though something had been taken from her.

Summer’s expression, turned back to Mirabella. “This