Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

The neighbors had always thought that Charlotte was Mrs. Berry’s daughter and those three kids were her grandchildren.

Mrs. Berry tried explaining the situation to them at first, but Charlotte told her she did not have to. After all, Charlotte did feel like she was a daughter to her.

They might not be blood-related, but Mrs. Berry was like family to her.

Mrs. Berry was the second closest to her after her own father.

Although she gave birth to the children after her father’s demise, Mrs. Berry was still a loved one to her.

Mrs. Berry had always been there since Charlotte was a child. She never once left her.

She had yet reached the house, but hearing the neighbors talking about Mrs. Berry was enough to bring Charlotte to tears.

“Don’t cry, Mommy,” Ellie said, putting her small hands around her mother’s face, “Mrs. Berry will be watching over us from heaven.”

Charlotte nodded and planted a kiss on the girl’s forehead as they walked into the house.

Everything still looked the same.

The goldfish were swimming in the fish tank and Little Fifi’s cage was still hanging on the balcony, swaying to

the family photo hung in the

Ellie wore their brightest smiles in the photo. Back then, Charlotte was carefree

happened to fly over and

back

from the photo was enough to put a

looked so fat,” Jamie said, laughing at himself, “I

at the picture. “I looked fatter than you. Look at

Berry tied it for you,” Charlotte

warm smile curved on her lips as she reminisced about

started learning other cute ways of tying girls’ hair so she could experiment on you and you really

answered in thrill, “She would try different braids every

head tenderly. “You would always ask for a photo after she tried something new. I think we

do. I always look at them when I come back.

and went back to her room to fetch

get my cars and