From Fish Guts to Gucci: How I Trolled the Fake Heiress Chapter 2

I rode in their car to a massive estate. A girl about my age was waiting at the door.

She was wearing a pristine white dress with a flower in her hair. She looked beautiful.

Mom went over and hugged her, stroking her back. "Bella, Mom is home."

I hugged my dog, Lucky, and hid behind Dad.

I was so dirty. I didn't want to stain that white dress.

Dad pulled me out from behind him. I looked awkwardly at the mother and daughter hugging.

The girl turned to hug Dad but hesitated when she saw me.

I wisely stepped aside, but Dad pulled me back. "This is your sister. Even though she's adopted, we've raised her as our own for years, so she is your sister."

I nodded, wiped my hands on my apron again and again, and reached out. "Hi, sister!"

She looked at me in horror, then looked at Mom.

"Does sister think I'm dirty?" I asked Dad.

Dad’s eyes filled with tears. He grabbed my outstretched hand. "Lily isn't dirty."

Mom realized her mistake and looked at me with guilt, ordering the housekeeper to take me upstairs to clean up.

Actually, I really wasn't that dirty. I showered every day after selling fish.

I soaked in a bathtub for the first time. It was amazing.

The housekeeper, Mrs. Higgins, was washing Lucky. It turned out Lucky wasn't a yellow dog, but a white one.

I was a little embarrassed.