Not A Small-Town Girl

Chapter 3-2



Chapter 3-2

She continued, "We weren’t sure what you’d like, so we just got some basics-clothes, shoes, bags, and a few pieces of jewelry. I know it’s not much, but just wait-we’ll go shopping together soon and get you everything else you need!"

Brand representatives descended like perfectly coiffed vultures, business cards extended.

"Danielle, what do you think of these clothes?" Vivian asked softly.

Jason’s jaw dropped at the scene. The girl had flawless skin and a tall, slender frame with long legs. She had the air of a stunning yet aloof beauty who seemed somehow removed from the mundane world, giving off an aura that kept others at a distance.

His mysterious boss turned out to be the long-lost Darling heiress.

Danielle stared at the mountain of merchandise, speechless. These were supposed to be her inventory designs spread over six months-her careful plan to avoid creating new designs during that time. Now her parents had brought it all home, completely derailing her strategy.

"This dress would be stunning. These shoes are perfect! This bag matches your elegance! Our daughter could make a paper bag look couture," Vivian said with a big smile.

"Everything’s lovely, Danielle managed diplomatically.

"But what about the prices?" she asked, throwing Jason a pointed look.

"Each piece is a unique creation from our visionary designer, who poured her heart and soul into these designs," Jason gushed, conveniently omitting that said designer stood before him. "They’re starting at 150 thousand dollars, and they sell out instantly -pure genius!"

Danielle suppressed a wince. She’d just profited enormously from her own parents.

"Get yourself whatever you’d like," Joseph said, offering a black card. "It’s a small welcome gift."

"Thank you, Joseph. But I have money," Danielle said quietly.

"Let me spoil my sister." Joseph’s tone brooked no argument.

"Okay then. Thanks a lot," she conceded gracefully.

In a shadowy corner, a maid watched the warm family scene and made a call. "Miss Audrey Darling, your parents found their real daughter. Bought out half of the luxury row for her. Mr. Joseph Darling gave her his black card. When will you return?"

"Soon. I’ll bring you something nice," Audrey replied, her saccharine tone masking fury.

"Thanks. I’ll keep watching everything!" the maid promised eagerly.

Hanging up the phone, Audrey’s elegant mask cracked. The real Darling daughter’s return had blindsided her completely. ’I won’t lose what’s mine,’ she vowed, manicured nails cutting crescents into her palms.


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