With a face like that she could totally y 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 <b>up </b>with that?
As he was internally rolling his eyes, Mirabe’s voice came through once more. “But you, you’re different too.” Mirabe 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 shed with the rumors of ackadaisical‘ and ‘poor boy‘ upbringing.
A yful glint crossed Mirabe’s eyes. Interesting.
Emmitt <b>was </b>about to ask Mirabe what she meant by ‘different when something–or someone–caught his eye. His lips curved into an indulgent smile, and he waved <b>through </b>the <b>air</b>, “Summer.”
Mirabe tilted her head, following his gaze, and spotted a tall woman in a white sundress approaching at a swift pace. She was wearing sunsses, making it impossible to discern her features at first nce.
“Sorry, I’mte, Emmitt. Traffic was a nightmare,” panted Summer, her voice still catching her breath.
“No worries,” Emmitt shook his head, noting the <b>beads </b>of sweat forming <b>on </b>her forehead. He pulled out a pack of tissues from his pocket and handed it to her.
Taking the tissues, Summer gracefully removed her sunsses, hooking them onto her dress‘ neckline, and shed a sweet smile at Emmitt. “Thanks, Emmitt.”
With a gentle pat on her head, Emmitt’s gesture was nothing but affectionate.
Mirabe watched their interaction with a slowly forming smirk. There was no need to ask outright–she already figured that Summer was the girl she was switched at birth with at the hospital.
Summer had since been taken in by the Gilbert family and adopted their surname. She wasn’t strikingly beautiful, but she did exude the refined, gentle demeanor that Mandy, her adoptive mother, had boasted about. The white dress added an graceful touch to her presence.
Feeling Mirabe’s unabashed scrutiny, Summer finally turned her attention to her as if just realizing she was there. Summer was visibly taken aback.
Mirabe was stunning, with sparkling eyes like the shimmer of ake and a casually hooked smile that suggested a mix of mischief and cool detachment. She was the epitome of effortless charisma.
“Right, this is my sister, Mira.” Emmitt chimed in, nodding towards Mirabe.
Summer’s grip tightened on her purse at the words ‘my sister‘ from Emmitt’s lips, feeling as though something had been taken from her. The smile on her face lost its earlier <b>ease</b>.
Emmitt, oblivious to Summer’s expression, turned back to Mirabe. “This is<b>…</b><b>” </b>
“I know,” Mirabe interruptedzily, ncing at her watch. “Shall we grab some grub?”
With that, Emmitt didn’t bother introducing Summer further. Instead, he took Mirabe’s suitcase. “Look at me<b>, </b>all talk. Let’s head to the car. Mom and <b>Dad </b>were worried you might be hungry. They just called to check in.”
Mirabe 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. Mirabe’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, Mirabe <b>was </b>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.