The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 14

The lights flicked on to reveal a room awash in a sea of pink: wallpaper, wardrobe, queen-sized bed, curtains, and even the writing desk. It was as if everything, barring the floor, had surrendered to the hue. Mirabella blinked. Her eyes felt assaulted by the color.

Delilah stood proudly amidst her creation, the princess room she had meticulously arranged. "This design was masterminded by a renowned interior designer. What do you think? Isn't it girly, dreamy, and cozy?"

Mirabella's lips twitched subtly. She scanned the room once more, finding little to compliment in the style that seemed devoid of aesthetic appeal. A well-known designer surely wouldn't tarnish their reputation, she mused. Therefore, it was highly likely that her mother had been duped. After all, many shady decorators were notorious for exploiting the designer label to fleece unsuspecting clients.

Pondering for a few seconds and determined not to crush her mother's spirit, Mirabella finally responded with a measured, "If you're happy with it, that's what matters."

As her yawned, her stunning features softened in the warm light, a veil of fatigue barely concealing her weariness.

Delilah touched her nose, sensing an ambiguous undertone to her daughter's words. But with Mirabella's drowsiness, she decided not to probe further and simply advised her to rest well before leaving the room.

Once the door shut, Mirabella pressed her fingers against her temples, surrounded by an unrelenting sea of pink.

She unpacked her suitcase, retrieved her pajamas, and headed straight for the bathroom. She was, indeed, exhausted. After competing in the city, she rushed back to the county early in the morning and then traveled non-stop to Ashford. Even the most resilient would feel the toll of such a day.