She Praises, Therefore She Is

Summary

I have a habit: no matter who I’m talking to, I always say, “That’s great!”

When my real, wealthy parents finally came for me, they carefully asked if I’d mind letting the fake heiress stay.

I said, “That’s great! Raising someone else’s child for them—how selfless!”

At the mansion, Felicity, the fake daughter, sidled up and sweetly offered me her room.

I toured the bright, spacious space. “Fantastic!” I said, patting her shoulder. “And you’re so thoughtful, knowing your big sister suffered sixteen years and offering her the best room!”

Felicity went pale.