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.

how to break the ice with his daughter, caught the brief moment of her attention on the artwork. He saw an opportunity and spun it. “Mira, do you have

arched slightly as she lazily replied, “Nope,

topics that never saw the light of day. After

a bit deflated, Mirabella added after a thoughtful

seemed to restore Shawn’s paternal pride, and he eagerly followed up.

her life before this body hop, fell into silence. Then, lifting her

violently. How was a girl notorious for

he had been misled during

are you showing off that old scribble again?” Delilah’s voice cut through the air as she carried dishes from the kitchen, her eyes casting a playful yet