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

Chapter 40

Delilah cleared her throat, a hint of awkwardness in her voice. “Oh, it’s nothing much, honey. I was just curious about who you had dinner with tonight. Was it a classmate of yours?”

So that was it.

Mirabella shook her head. “Nope, not a classmate.”

“Boy or girl?” Delilah prodded gently, her curiosity getting the better of her.

Looking straight into her mother’s eyes with disarming clarity, Mirabella responded calmly and patiently. “A guy. He used to be my neighbor. I helped him out a while back, and we bumped into each other today, so he treated me to dinner.”

of her nose self–consciously, and decided not to pry further, her tone softening as she spoke, 1 see, sweetheart. I’m sorry for being a nag. I just worry about you being out late, you know.

meant, but she had an

wave of guilt and quickly changed the subject. “You must be tired after a long day of classes. Go on up to your room, take a nice shower, and get some

I warmed up some milk for you. Be sure to take it up and drink it before bed.” Saying this, Delilah hurried into the kitchen, fetched the warm milk from the stove, and handed it to

milk and heading upstairs. Delilah let out a heavy sigh only after her daughter’s silhouette had disappeared at the top

Delilah confessed with guilt, “I’m just not cut out for this mothering thing, am I?

patted her hand reassuringly. “I’ve told you before that we need to trust our girl more and

all worked up… Never mind, I’m going

in resignation and gently stopped her before she could dial the number. “Emmitt and Mira have had a rocky relationship since they’ve met. Do you really want to make things worse with an accusatory

her phone aside, her frustration evident.

it’s that serious. Mira’s only been back a few days. They need time to get to know each other. Let’s just take it slow,” Shawn offered, the voice of reason contrasting Delilah’s