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

Chapter 431

Mirabella tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Her eyes, soft and deep like a peach orchard in bloom, held a teasing glint. “Every woman’s dream guy, you know, doesn’t that only exist in fairytales.”

Zach sighed. Ah, the sting of truth knows no bounds.

Soon enough, they arrived at the designated matchmaking spot in the park. It was an alfresco setting, with rows of picnic tables spread out under the open sky. Each table was adorned with an array of candies, pastries, and beverages that gave the place a rather

festive look.

Naturally, it being a grand matchmaking event meant quite a few hopeful bachelors and bachelorettes were milling about.

“Zach, good luck, buddy. I’ll be over there at the back on one of the park benches waiting for you,” Mirabella said, patting Zach on the shoulder with a smile.

Zach gave her a deadpan look in response.

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With a sly smile, Mirabella turned, walked away to a park bench at a comfortable remove from the matchmaking melee, and sat down.

soulful puppy–dog gaze. Deciding to ignore Zach’s looks, Mirabella bowed her head and pulled out

game.

He gripped the steering wheel as he peered through the windshield towards the

before promptly opening the car door

suspicion. Finding none, he took out his phone and dialed

again, Wyatt looked over at James. “Should we head into the park

a nonchalant hum and started

two tickets, only to be greeted by the ticket seller’s chuckling question. “So, you lads here for

“What

‘come off it, son.” “Oh, come on, if you weren’t

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for the mixer, why else would you come to this older folke‘ community park?”

Wyatt was flabbergasted.

James, and his brow furrowed in confusion. Did such a good–looking young man need to attend a

added, “Better get moving. The event’s already started.