Clifford’s Mom looks nothing like him. Her face has soft features but anyone who looks at her can see that she is sophisticated. She’s wearing a light blue A-line dress while holding a limited-edition Birkin. She looked at me and stared at me from the head down until her eyes lingered on my stomach.
I instinctively held my stomach and smiled weakly. “Good day, Ma’am,” I greeted her because I don’t know what to call her. How should I even address her?
Clifford held my hand and pulled me to walk closer to his mother. “Mom, this is Julia Campbell, my fiancée.” He sounded so chill and cool when he introduced me to his mother.
Mrs. Reynolds looked at me with narrowed eyes. “A Campbell? Nelson?” she asked.
I blinked and nodded. “But I am not the real daughter, Ma’am.” That’s Heaven.
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