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

Chapter 13

As Emmitt and Summer stepped into the elevator, Delilah’s façade of polite unfamiliarity instantly gave way to a tender watchfulness. She turned to Mirabella with a voice softer than a southern breeze, cooing. “Sweetheart, let’s get you inside…

Before the elevator doors slid shut, Summer caught a glimpse of her foster mother’s abrupt switch in demeanor. Summer’s face turned a shade of unpleasant darkness in the blink of an eye.

The Davis residence wasn’t exactly a mansion, but their two–story duplex boasted a comfortable size. The décor was a refined blend of classical elegance with furniture that gave the impression of heirloom quality. You could tell the homeowners had a discerning eye.

Mirabella took her time surveying the place until her gaze landed on a framed piece of painting on the wall A flicker of surprise crossed her eyes, but it was quickly dismissed as she mentally rejected the possibility of it being an original masterpiece. Even though the Davis family didn’t seem to be living hand–to–mouth, they were hardly in the league of owning priceless art. The painting was likely a replica.

been ruminating on how to break the ice with his daughter, caught the brief moment of her attention on the artwork. He saw an

arched slightly as she lazily

never saw

him look a bit deflated, Mirabella added after a

eagerly followed up. “So, what

silence. Then, lifting her head

was a girl

if he had been misled during his

cut through the air as she carried dishes from the kitchen, her eyes casting a playful yet scathing glance at him. With a commanding shout, she added, “Come and