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.”

Delilah felt a twinge of shame for the unsavory suspicions that had flitted through her mind. She touched the tip of her nose self–consciously, and decided not to pry further, her tone softening as

entirely sure what Delilah meant, but she had

guilt and quickly changed the subject. “You must be tired after a long day of classes.

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

a heavy sigh only

returning to 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

hand reassuringly. “I’ve told you before that we need to trust our girl more and not jump to conclusions at the

Emmitt’s fault! He called today, stirring the pot about Mira’s friends. It got me all worked up… Never mind,

she could dial the number. “Emmitt and

and tossed her phone aside, her frustration evident. “This is a tough

get to know each other. Let’s just take it slow,”