Summary
I am the useless daughter of a wealthy family.
The good news: I’m the Real Young Miss. The bad news: someone is impersonating me.
At the family banquet, the Fake Young Miss ran up to me, soaking wet, putting on a pitiful display.
“Sister, why did you splash red wine on me?”
I looked around, then picked up a 1.25-liter bottle of soda from the side, my eyes wide with innocence.
“Are you talking to me? But I’m drinking Coke.”