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.”

her mind. She touched the tip 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

entirely sure what Delilah meant, but she had

tired after

to take it up and drink it before bed.” Saying this, Delilah hurried into the kitchen, fetched the warm milk from the

and heading upstairs. Delilah let out a heavy sigh only after her

the living room and settling beside her husband, Delilah confessed with guilt, “I’m just not cut out for this mothering thing, am I? How could I doubt my own daughter’s character?”

“I’ve told you before that we need to trust our girl

stirring the pot about Mira’s friends. It got me all worked up… Never mind, I’m going to give Emmitt a piece of my mind and ask why he’s being so critical

his wife fired up. Shawn shook his head in resignation and gently stopped her before she could dial the number. “Emmitt and Mira have had a rocky relationship since

frustration evident.

to know each other. Let’s just take it slow,” Shawn offered, the voice of reason contrasting Delilah’s anxious musings.