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.”

veil over her eyes, “Have

quality’s improved a lot these past nights. Even your dad mentioned his insomnia’s

calm, and although it was a question, her tone conveyed a sense of certainty. Had Delilah taken it, today’s

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

sighed lightly, “Bitter potions often offer the

her daughter’s gentle chide, Delilah hastened to reassure her, “I promise I’ll take it regularly from now on,

withdrew her hands, “How

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

thinking to herself that no one should be

the way, I overheard you talking to Emmitt about some

neutral “Just a dull prizeless event called

trivial extracurricular contest, waved it off, “Well, just give it a go for the

Delilah spoke, a flicker of irritation crossed her eyes – that Emmitt, making such a fuss over a small contest with his sister this morning.

this competition online?” Despite Mirabella’s nonchalance about the event, Delilah, as her mother,