The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella)

Sister rarely asks for his autograph, and the fact that she's doing it proactively for a classmate suggests her friends must be a decent bunch. Leo remarked, "Should be able to knock it out in an hour. You can take them to your pals tomorrow."

He was using his French moniker, which made the signing process a breeze.

"That's pretty quick," Mirabella said, fishing out a stack of autograph sheets from her bag and handing them to Leo.

"This is..." Leo took the sheets, his cheeks twitching as he saw the names, "... for autographs?"

"Yep." Mirabella nodded lightly, batting her eyelashes and adding, "Leo, autographing won't be an issue, right?"

No issue with the signing, just with my hand cramping up... Leo took a deep breath, looked up at his sister with a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, "...no problem at all."

She had reverted back to calling him Leo instead of 'little princess', how could he possibly say no?

Collins, standing to the side, couldn't help but notice Leo's strained smile.

"How about I order some takeout and we eat here while you finish up? Then we can head home," Mirabella suggested, already tapping away at her phone.

"Sure," Leo agreed, heading to the drawer to grab a pen and resignedly got down to business.

A hundred or so wasn't too many; he'd signed thousands at once before. But personalizing autographs was tricky, especially crafting messages for the fans.

Coming up with something to say was the hard part. Generic fans were easy to please, but his sister's classmates would definitely need some extra attention.

Collins watched Leo slumped over the coffee table, scribbling away, and just patted him on the shoulder, giving him a 'take care of your hand' look before leaving the villa.

Soon, only Mirabella and Leo were left in the villa.

One wracking their brain over autographs, the other breezing through homework -a picture of domestic bliss.

Around ten at night, Leo finally finished the mountain of autographs, his hand trembling as he put the pen down.noveldrama

He could hardly look a signature in the eye anymore.

Mirabella had finished her homework long ago and was now engrossed in her phone. Seeing Leo wrap up, she put it away, got up, and sat cross-legged on the carpet next to him, massaging his arm.

A few minutes later, Leo flexed his wrist, feeling surprisingly refreshed, and turned to her, "Sis, you've got some serious massage skills."

Mirabella arched an eyebrow, "Obviously."

Who else could it be with such finesse?

She might have inadvertently worked the 'little princess' hard, but she wouldn't let him wear himself out.

After all, family deserves special treatment.

Leo glanced at his watch, "It's getting late. Why don't you just crash here tonight and I'll drive you to school in the morning?"

Leo's place was a fair distance from the Davis estate, a solid forty-minute drive.

Mirabella pondered a moment and agreed, "Alright, I'll text our parents; they've been waiting for us to come home."

"Alright, I'll text them now. You head on up and hit the sack; you've got school tomorrow. Your room is on the left, stocked with clean clothes."

As he spoke, Leo shot a message to Shawn.

Mirabella nodded her approval.

So, just as Leo sent a message to Shawn saying 'Sis is staying over at mine tonight, won't be coming home', his phone buzzed immediately.

That sound... even Mirabella, midway to the stairs, couldn't help but pause in her tracks.