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.

some," Hilda urged, her

delicious

the

popping it into her

did

hadn't touched her own plate yet. She just

She forced a

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

table, picked another vegetable dish,

scorching hot-her

she'd learned her lesson. Instead of shoveling it in, she

must be

she remembered what people in Crestwood used to say

family, was Crestwood's real society queen. Born with a silver spoon, doted on by her parents and two older brothers, she'd been the center of their world

that pampering, she'd never had to cook a meal for herself. So, it made sense-today was her first time in the

Citrine

Hilda reached for a

face changed. She quickly tried to stop her. "Wait,

was

could finish, Hilda had already put