The Billionaire's Unauthentic Daughter ✔

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"I think, yeah, I'll shop for my clothes tomorrow or something. But not today. Um...I'm very tired."

She looked surprised but covered it up quickly. "Oh, that's a first."

"What?" I asked her, my brows knitted together in confusion. Did I say something wrong?

"You never agree with me on anything, always doing the opposite. This is a first. What has the world done to my princess?" She said, he eyes crinkling at the corners in amusement.

"Oh...uh, I guess I learned that life is hard and um...I now know that I was acting immature...?" I trailed off, unsure.

"I don't know what exactly happened to you out there, and we have to talk about it," And I would have to make up a story for it. "But you have changed. For now, I think you have changed for the best."

I gave her a smile. "Yeah."

"So I'll leave you to shower. Here are Rachael's shorts and a shirt. I didn't exactly plan on what you were going to wear. But anyways, you're going shopping tomorrow."

I thanked the lady before she left my room. Olivia was going to stay in the guest room and she was so excited to see her bedroom that without a word to me, she hopped off the bed and left to see it. And I hadn't seen her since. It had almost being two hours and I had no idea where she was.

I got up from where I was sitting on the edge of my bed and made my way to the bathroom. It had a huge shower and the whole bathroom was at least twice of my apartment. I could just imagine how much more bigger it would be when I get to see my own room.

I jumped into the shower, cleaning myself off of the grime from yesterday. The warm shower relaxed my muscles and eased my stiff body. I thought of my time here. It had been less than a day I was here. We had breakfast around noon and had lunch quite late. My 'dad' had gone to his private office in some corner of the mansion and was quietly working with someone, who my 'mom' told me was going to stay here for a couple of months, working alongside my 'dad' until they learned and gained experience in business. I wondered who it was but shook it off. It was not like I was going to interact with them or anyone else apart from my 'family' here.

I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a soft towel around my body and walking out of the bathroom. My clothes were lying on the bed. I quickly slipped into it. My hair was damp from the shower, smelling of the strawberry shampoo I washed my hair with.

Not sure what to do now, I just flopped on my bed, staring at the ceiling above me. A while later, I heard a soft knock on the door. I jerked up from the bed and made my way to the door, yanking it open to reveal a short woman with huge black rimmed glasses sitting on her nose. Her long black hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail and she looked like she was in her late twenties.

"Hello, Ms. Jenson," she greeted with a tiny smile on her heart shaped face. "I'm your maid, if you remember me. Mrs. Jenson asked me to summon you for dinner."

"Oh...I remember you and I'll be right there. Is Mr Je- I mean my dad at the dinner table?"

"Yes, he is."

"Oh...thanks. I'll be there in a minute. Uh...what is your name?"

"I'm Samara."

"Nice to meet you, Samara." She seemed nice and polite to me so I thought maybe I was going to make some friends here.

"Nice to meet you too, Ms. Jenson."

"Oh, come on, you can call me Julieeeee-t." I almost only said Julie. I should be more careful next time. One slip up and we'd be in great trouble.