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.

attention on the artwork. He saw an opportunity and spun it. “Mira, do you

slightly as she lazily replied,

barrage of artsy topics that never saw the light of

added after

paternal pride, and he eagerly followed

into silence. Then, lifting her head to face Shawn with

Shawn’s composure, his eyebrow twitching violently. How was a girl notorious for skipping

he had been

Delilah’s voice cut through the air as she carried dishes from the kitchen, her eyes casting a playful yet scathing glance