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

Chapter 63

Mirabella had no inkling of what was tumbling through Delilah’s mind. Once Delilah settled into her seat, Mirabella gracefully rolled up her sleeves, revealing slender fingers that found their way to Delilah’s temples, kneading them with an expertise that was neither too gentle nor too firm.

Mirabella’s touch was practiced, and any connoisseur in the room would have noticed that she targeted major pressure points on Delilah’s head with pinpoint accuracy. She even dared to manipulate a few spots that many seasoned practitioners of alternative medicine would hesitate to approach.

Delilah was initially just indulging her daughter, not wanting to hurt Mirabella’s feelings by refusing the massage, but she hadn’t expected to feel such relief in just a short while. It was more soothing than her regular sessions at the alternative medicine spa she’d been visiting for over a decade.

“Mira, have you been taking lessons or something? My headache’s almost gone with just your touch,” Delilah murmured with closed eyes, with a look of pure bliss on her face.

Mirabella’s hands continued their dance, her voice even, “I used to do this for Grandma quite often.”

That explained it. Delilah didn’t question further, a proud smile playing on her lips. “My daughter’s just amazing. I think you’re even better than those professionals down at the massage parlor.”

dropped, her long lashes casting a veil over her eyes, “Have you been keeping up with the remedies! gave you

pills. They smell so good, not at all overpowering. I feel like my sleep quality’s improved a lot these past nights. Even your dad mentioned his insomnia’s been better,” Delilah recounted

you for internal use, you haven’t touched it, have you?” Mirabella’s voice was very calm, and although it was a question, her tone conveyed a sense of

in a small voice. “That medicine… it’s just so bitter, I couldn’t bring myself to take it again after

offer the best healing. You must take

heart at her daughter’s gentle chide, Delilah hastened to reassure her, “I promise I’ll take it regularly from now on, no matter

“How do

rotating her neck almost instinctively, “It’s like magic – the pain’s

no one should be surprised

talking to Emmitt about some competition

“Just a dull prizeless event

it off, “Well, just

that Emmitt, making such a fuss over a small contest with his sister this morning.

Despite Mirabella’s nonchalance about