The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 8

With a face like that, she could totally slay Hollywood's A-listers, couldn't she? If she was not camera-ready, what about those celebs who lived off their good looks?

Emmitt suddenly felt that his sister, whom he was meeting for the first time... was a bit weird. What was up with that?

As he was internally rolling his eyes, Mirabella's voice came through once more. "But you, you're different too," Mirabella said with a teasing edge, giving Emmitt a meaningful look.

Dressed to the nines in a designer suit, his every move exuded an aristocratic charm that clashed with the rumors of a 'lackadaisical' and 'poor boy' upbringing.

A playful glint crossed Mirabella's eyes. Interesting.

Emmitt was about to ask Mirabella what she meant by 'different' when something—or someone—caught his eye. His lips curved into an indulgent smile, and he waved through the air, "Summer."

Mirabella tilted her head, following his gaze, and spotted a tall woman in a white sundress approaching at a swift pace. She was wearing sunglasses, making it impossible to discern her features at first glance.

"Sorry, I'm late, Emmitt. Traffic was a nightmare," panted Summer, her voice still catching her breath.

"No worries," Emmitt shook his head, noting the beads of sweat forming on her forehead. He pulled out a pack of tissues from his pocket and handed it to her.

Taking the tissues, Summer gracefully removed her sunglasses, hooking them onto her dress' neckline, and flashed a sweet smile at Emmitt. "Thanks, Emmitt."

With a gentle pat on her head, Emmitt's gesture was nothing but affectionate.

"I know," Mirabella interrupted lazily, glancing at her watch. "Shall we grab some grub?"

With that, Emmitt didn't bother introducing Summer further. Instead, he took Mirabella's suitcase. "Look at me, all talk. Let's head to the car. Mom and Dad were worried you might be hungry. They just called to check in."

Mirabella hummed in acknowledgment, not bothering with pleasantries, and adjusted her backpack strap before following Emmitt out.

Summer watched them leave, one following the other, feeling ignored in a way she'd never experienced before. Mirabella's return not only captured Emmitt's attention but also managed to diminish Summer's presence without a fuss. She had expected a country bumpkin, but clearly, Mirabella was anything but simple.

As Summer pondered, her moment of solitude was shattered by a chorus of excited squeals, and in the blink of an eye, she found herself encircled by a group of eager girls.