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

expression one of confusion, “Yeah?” Her clear eyes shone with Innocence, and her beautiful face

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

about

relieved sigh, half–joking, “You scared me for a second there.

denying any such intention. “No,

subject.

eight o’clock tomorrow,” Summer swiftly changed

“Sure,” Emmitt replied.

out of the car, heading towards the mansion. Emmitt’s gaze lingered on Summer’s retreating figure until she was out of

reason for him to decline Summer’s request, especially since she was like a

and turned, leaving the Gilbert family behind.

through the door, her mother, Mandy, lounging on the living room sofa, looked up and asked, “Who’s keeping you out so late, honey?” Her tone was

began to massage Mandy’s shoulders with practiced ease, “Oh, it was

mention of the name. “That boy from your foster family

down on the Davis family and simply hummed