Hearing my answer, Fannie's eyes were full of joy.
She roamed over me so carefully as if I was a golden stick.
Compared with her joy, Helena's expression was not so happy.
Helena's face was dark as she scolded me, "Rachel, why can't you cure your vanity of braggart?"
I was about to explain it. Then Quentin nearby said, "Right. This girl is nothing like us. We are down to earth. Perhaps it's the genes. She has a thing for bragging. She just met Mr. Packman several times."
Disappointment replaced the delight in Fannie's eyes. Fannie then glared at me with some hatred, "You wretched girl! How dare you fool me."
I sneered and said nothing more.
But Helena seemed not to let go of this thing.
Helena said, "When you take her back, you must educate her well. After all, she is my adopted da
