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

Chapter 28

Her gaze was so sincere that it was impossible to mistake her words for anything but the truth. Such a sensible daughter she had. Delilah couldn’t help but silently chew her eldest son out. The boy must’ve been blind to accuse his sister of having a bad temper

“Ahem, glad you’re not upset. Your dad said he’ll drive you to school tomorrow. You can sleep in a bit, Delilah said

hastily.

“Okay.”

“Then get some rest early. Don’t stay up too late. I’m heading out.” Delilah advised, then turned to leave.

“Mom, wait a sec.” Mirabella suddenly called her back, then turned and walked into her room.

In just a moment, Mirabella returned to the doorway, handing Delilah a porcelain jar. “Take one every three days, and within a month, your migraines should clear up.”

this come from a friend of yours?” She remembered her daughter mentioning something similar a few days ago, along

noncommittal hum in

finally smiled and

given her did work wonders, Delilah didn’t quite believe in a complete cure for her migraines. Nonetheless, it was the thought that counted,

eyes but just smiled

dawned crisp

long ponytail swishing and a modest canvas backpack slung her shoulder. Though her look was simple, her striking, sculpted features lent her an effortlessly

of pride, thinking that while some people needed clothes to look

But then-

aren’t y

Her hands were crossed over her chest, suddenly feeling that the skirts and dresses she’d

quickly explained to prevent another ‘we can replace them if you don’t like them‘ kind of extravagant offer. “I’m just more comfortable in pants, and I’ll

this and then conceded, “Alright, my bad. I’ll pick out some pants for you

over