Arabel's POV
Left to me, I wouldn't have come. The unease leaking into my blood is enough to make me regret it and stalk to the door in fear of what might happen today.
I shouldn't have come.
What if someone else recognises me? Do I have to keep denying to everyone that I am not her?
I should probably have come with a little disguise.
Forcing a weak smile to my lips, I gaze up with fake confidence, hoping no one would see through the facade.
A step at a time gets me into the vast living room where the birthday is going on. I glance around for the sight of the woman who just clocked 60, but she is nowhere to be found.
I might regret coming here, but I ought to.
This woman means so much to me. My conscience forced me down here. I pretended and lied to her about not being Arabel. The least I could do was to come bearing her good wishes on a day like this.
My team decorated the living room. Richard sent me an email two nights ago about the job; which was after his mother gave me the invi
