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

Chapter 1190

Delilah didn't waste a second. She tugged Mirabella right into the swanky hair salon at the end of the hall.

Mirabella, who was already kicking herself for leaving the house, had to endure five long hours of what felt like pure torture. By the time it was over, she was just glad she'd survived it.

"You look stunning, sweetheart," Delilah said, arms folded, gazing at her daughter's new hairdo with obvious pride.

Mirabella's once long, straight black hair had been transformed into a chic, wavy French bob. Her bangs were stylishly curled, and the natural coffee-brown hue of her hair made her fair skin glow even more. With a slight arch of her brow, there was a newfound edge to her look.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Mirabella wasn't quite sure how she felt about it, despite the money spent.

Her phone buzzed with a message. She glanced down at a text from James and quickly typed back, "All done."

She'd been chatting with James on Messenger to kill time during the seemingly endless hair session.

her reply and typed back,

a loose wave behind her ear, glanced at Delilah, who was busy at the cashier, and replied, "Nah, we're heading

sighed at her response, "Alright... how about a photo

capturing the moment just right. She sent it off with

couldn't help but grin at the

saw Mirabella smiling

transaction alert on her screen. She

knew suggesting another shopping spree might not

time they got home, it was pushing 9

logged onto The Mirror website to check the responses to her ad about selling medication. There were plenty of comments, but none

she closed

hesitation, she picked it up and saw it was

her through voice