The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 40

Delilah cleared her throat, a hint of awkwardness in her voice. "Oh, it's nothing much, honey. I was just curious about who you had dinner with tonight. Was it a classmate of yours?"

So that was it.

Mirabella shook her head. "Nope, not a classmate."

"Boy or girl?" Delilah prodded gently, her curiosity getting the better of her.

Looking straight into her mother's eyes with disarming clarity, Mirabella responded calmly and patiently, "A guy. He used to be my neighbor. I helped him out a while back, and we bumped into each other today, so he treated me to dinner."

Meeting her daughter's honest gaze, Delilah felt a twinge of shame for the unsavory suspicions that had flitted through her mind. She touched the tip of her nose self-consciously, and decided not to pry further, her tone softening as she spoke, "I see, sweetheart. I'm sorry for being a nag. I just worry about you being out late, you know. It's not always safe for a young woman."

Mirabella wasn't entirely sure what Delilah meant, but she had an inkling and replied obediently, "I understand."

Hearing the obedient tone, Delilah felt a new wave of guilt and quickly changed the subject. "You must be tired after a long day of classes. Go on up to your room, take a nice shower, and get some rest."

"Oh, and I warmed up some milk for you. Be sure to take it up and drink it before bed." Saying this, Delilah hurried into the kitchen, fetched the warm milk from the stove, and handed it to Mirabella.

"Thanks, Mom," Mirabella said, taking the milk and heading upstairs. Delilah let out a heavy sigh only after her daughter's silhouette had disappeared at the top of the stairs.