The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Mirabella uploaded the snapshot to her social feed and within moments, she was diving into. her meal with the gusto of someone who truly appreciated good diner food.

The diner owner scooted a chair nearby and sat down, silently observing her with a mix of curiosity and delight. His weathered, wrinkled face couldn’t help but break into a smile. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

The girl was a vision of loveliness, and her every move exuded a grace that seemed oddly out of place in the humble eatery, yet somehow it didn’t clash with the surroundings.

The owner felt a sense of déjà vu as he watched her, even though he was certain this was her first time at his establishment.

Mirabella, oblivious to the diner owner’s gaze, paused mid–meal as a thought struck her. She reached for her phone and opened up James‘ Messenger to send him a message. [Up for a late–night bite?]

Just yesterday at the airport, he had suggested they check out Riverdale’s night scene. together, but she had declined. She was unsure how long Leo’s medicine would take. Now that the antidote issue was resolved, it was the perfect time to return the gesture of hospitality James had shown her on multiple occasions.

Two minutes later, James‘ reply popped up. [Sure, you at the hotel? Send me your location, and I’ll come over.]

James had not noticed her updated social feed.

Mirabella sent the night market’s location first and then typed back. [I’m out and about. Heard lots of buzz about this night market online and thought it was quite a vibe. Wanna join?]

James, on the other end, opened the location she’d sent. Seeing it was in the old town district. he fell silent. After half a minute, he replied. [Okay, should be there in twenty.]

[Great, see you.]

James stood up and pulled up the location again, handing his phone to Wyatt, who was lounging nearby. “Head over to this spot.”

Wyatt stood, took the phone, and zoomed in on the screen. His brow furrowed slightly. “James, isn’t this the old town? What’s taking you there at this hour?”

Rubbing his temples, Curtis glanced at the phone and remarked, “Isn’t that a night market?”

Wyatt had been away from Riverdale for a few years, and wasn’t entirely familiar with all its spots. At Curtis‘ words, he turned and asked, “Night market?”

“Yeah, it’s popular with the younger crowd and tourists, especially lively at night,” Curtis explained briefly. The implication was clear – it was a crowded place.

Wyatt touched his nose, puzzled as to why his boss would suddenly want to go there, but then

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something clicked, and he sprang to his feet, eager. “Ah, James, I’ll get the car now.”

It must be because of Ms. Mirabella.

Seeing Wyatt’s reaction, Curtis grabbed his arm. There was a trace of concern in his voice, “You know… that’s a night market. Crowded!”

Was their boss someone who’d frequent such places?

Wyatt glanced at his boss, who was already dressed for the outing, and waved Curtis off. “It’s just a night market, no big deal.”

Curtis couldn’t fathom Wyatt’s enthusiasm but, seeing their boss‘ determination, he too rose and followed. “I know that place well. I’ll go.”

Wyatt, hearing this, pretended not to notice the challenge to his role as the driver and hurried

off.