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.”

the warm light, a veil of fatigue

drowsiness. she decided not

fingers against her temples, surrounded by an unrelenting sea of pink.

After competing in the 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 such a

couldn’t sleep. Tossing and turning, she thought about Mirabella. about the way

channels, she became a fixture in the

couple of hours, the comments had surged to nearly ten thousand–a testament to

obscured, and the fans had blurred the

seconds of contemplation, she began reading the comments. Although some fans were