Though Amanda was seething with anger, she forced herself to swallow her frustration, looked up at Keira, and tried to keep her voice level. “Mom, you’re mistaken. That photo from behind isn’t Freya—it’s Ann. Mr. Quinten can vouch for her!”
Keira felt a headache brewing. She pressed her fingers to her temple and turned to the housekeeper nearby. “Go and fetch Miss Ann for me.”
Miss Ann.
There it was again—Miss Ann.
Amanda couldn’t stand the way her mother said it. It grated on her nerves every time. So what if Ann was only the Gonzales family’s granddaughter? Did her mother really have to make a point of calling her “Miss Ann,” as if she was some distant outsider?
Wilma nodded at once. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll bring her right away.”
It wasn’t long before Wilma returned with Ann.
Ann met Amanda’s gaze briefly before turning to Keira. “Grandma, you called for me?”
Keira’s brow was furrowed. “I want to know what’s really going on with that photo. Tell me the truth.”
Ann spoke up, her voice steady. “Grandma, here’s what happened. Last summer, I went on a trip to Silverhaven with Mabel. Someone snapped a photo of us from behind, and it ended up online. I thought that was the end of it, but Mr. Quinten happened to see it. He spent a fortune promoting that TikTok post, hoping to find me…”
Ann recounted the story slowly and deliberately.
In her mind, she was the one who had saved Mr. Quinten—she was the real person in that photo. No one was going to take that from her.

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