The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 460

"Come on in."

The moment Citrine stepped inside Hilda's house, she froze for a second. The decor felt so familiar, almost like she'd just walked through the front door of her own childhood home.

She had no idea Hilda had deliberately hired someone to recreate the look, thinking Citrine must prefer this style.

Citrine gave Hilda a grateful nod and walked in.

"Sit here." Hilda pulled out a chair for her, eager and attentive.

Citrine didn't stand on ceremony-she sat down right away.

When she looked at the spread on the dining table, she hesitated. "All these dishes..."

"Are they not to your taste?" Hilda suddenly sounded nervous, her hands clenched tightly beneath the table.

Citrine smiled, reassuring her. "No, they're perfect."

If she remembered right, these were the same dishes she'd ordered the last time

they'd eaten together. She was surprised Hilda had remembered.

Citrine could see the relief wash over Hilda's face as soon as she spoke.

urged, her eyes

delicious and

reached for the sautéed greens closest to her,

a forkful and popping it into her mouth. Her

salt did she put in

her own plate yet. She just watched Citrine

a laugh and lied, "It's

entire demeanor softening. Hearing her daughter's praise filled her with a pride that outshone any business deal she'd ever

picked another vegetable dish,

but it was scorching hot-her mouth

lesson. Instead of shoveling it in, she tasted it

must be Hilda's first attempt

she remembered what people in Crestwood used to say about

real society queen. Born with a silver spoon, doted on by her parents and two older brothers, she'd been the center

had to cook a meal for herself. So, it made

it, Citrine felt

reached

quickly tried to

was too

Hilda had already put a forkful