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

Chapter 25

Emmitt was in a foul mood, all thanks to the drama with Mirabella. Even chatting with Summer became a half–hearted. affair.

After polishing off a hearty dinner, Emmitt drove Summer back home without much conversation. As they pulled up to the grand entrance of the Gilbert family estate, Summer unfastened her seatbelt and turned to Emmitt. “Hey, Emmitt why don’t you come in for a bit? My dad’s been asking for you and told me to invite you over several times.”

Emmitt’s hand rested on the steering wheel as he cast a nonchalant glance toward the impressive mansion just beyond the car window. He shook his head. “Nah, it’s late, and it doesn’t feel right. Maybe some other time.”

A flash of disappointment flickered in Summer’s eyes, but she maintained a genteel smile. “Alright then, Emmitt. Drive safe. I’ll see myself in.”

She paused as it a thought had just struck her and playfully winked at him. “Oh, and don’t you forget about our date tomorrow, Emmitt.”

Emmitt blinked, momentarily thrown off.

“You promised to personally take me to school on the first day, remember? Or did you forget?” Summer clasped her chest, feigning heartbreak.

Regaining his composure, Emmitt chuckled and shook his head. “I haven’t forgotten.”

Relieved. Summer beamed. “Good, then. You better head home. I’ll hop out now. See you tomorrow!”

out. But just as she was about to leave. Mirabella

confusion, “Yeah?” Her clear eyes shone with Innocence, and her beautiful face had a soft understanding look

shaking his head again. “It’s nothing. I just forgot to ask what time we should head to

were about to

half–joking, “You scared me for a second there. Emmitt. I thought

any such intention. “No, not at all.”

subject.

eight o’clock tomorrow,”

“Sure,” Emmitt replied.

car, heading towards the mansion. Emmitt’s gaze lingered

him to take her to school, there was no reason for him to decline Summer’s request, especially since she was like a sister to him. With that thought, any lingering guilt in

and turned, leaving the Gilbert family

room sofa, looked up and

to massage Mandy’s shoulders with practiced ease, “Oh, it was just Emmitt. He needed to

the name. “That boy from your

knew Mandy looked down on the Davis family