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

Chapter 14

The lights flicked on to reveal a room awash in a sea of pink: wallpaper, wardrobe, queen–sized bed, curtains, and even the writing desk. It was as if everything, barring the floor, had surrendered to the hue. Mirabella blinked. Her eyes felt assaulted by the color.

Delilah stood proudly amidst her creation, the princess room she had meticulously arranged. “This design masterminded by a renowned interior designer. What do you think? Isn’t it girly, dreamy, and cozy?”

Mirabella’s lips twitched subtly. She scanned the room once more, finding little to compliment in the style that seemed devoid of aesthetic appeal. A well–known designer surely wouldn’t tarnish their reputation, she mused. Therefore, it was highly likely that her mother had been duped. After all many shady decorators were notorious for exploiting the designer label to fleece unsuspecting clients.

Pondering for a few seconds and determined not to crush her mother’s spirit, Mirabella finally responded with a measured. “If you’re happy with it, that’s what matters.”

features softened in the warm light, a veil of fatigue barely concealing her weariness.

she decided not to probe

Mirabella pressed her fingers against her temples, surrounded by an unrelenting sea of

city, she rushed back to the county early in the morning and then traveled non–stop to Ashford. Even the most resilient would feel the toll of

the way her foster parents had treated her that evening. Frustrated, she grabbed her phone

agency pushing her image through various channels, she became a fixture in the public

comments had surged to nearly ten thousand–a testament to her skyrocketing popularity despite not having

captured Mirabella’s silhouette in the background. While her face was obscured, and the fans had blurred the backdrop, Mirabella’s tall,

she began reading the comments. Although some fans were curious about the masked person, their