Reversed Destinies of the Fake Heiress Ch 7

Chapter 7 Uncle Richard
Shana glanced at Jocelyn, her nerves making her uneasy.
She worried her daughter might not approve of their modest living situation. After all, Jocelyn had been accustomed to a life of luxury.
When Jocelyn didn’t show any signs of dissatisfaction, Shana breathed a small sigh of relief and said, “Go ahead and take a shower. I’ll find you something to wear.”
“Thank you, that’s very thoughtful of you,” Jocelyn replied, nodding politely.
In the corner of the room were a few outfits that Ruby had rejected. Shana had bought them, hoping Ruby would wear them when she came home, but Ruby refused, saying they were too cheap.
Jocelyn, however, was slightly taller and leaner than Ruby, so the clothes wouldn’t fit her.
Shana quickly went to a nearby store and spent 20 dollars on two new outfits for Jocelyn.
For most people, 10 dollars per outfit might seem like a budget option, but for Shana, it was an indulgence. She usually wore second-hand clothes, and that 20 bucks took her a while to save.
After a quick shower, Jocelyn stood in front of the mirror, taking a moment to study her reflection.
Her face was perfectly oval, with delicate skin that almost seemed translucent, and almond-shaped eyes that tilted just slightly upward—dark and mysterious, like deep pools of obsidian.
Her lashes were long and thick, almost like butterfly wings. Beneath a straight nose, her lips were gently pursed, giving off an air of calm detachment and subtle coldness.
There was no mistaking it—this was a face that exuded sophistication.
A small smile played on Jocelyn’s lips, and she found herself admiring the woman in the mirror. Her smile was almost hypnotic, like a poppy blooming, bright and alluring.
The reflection before her looked strikingly similar to the woman she had once been, but it was clear there were differences, too. Seeing the beauty of her new face brought Jocelyn a sense of relief—after all, she had always been fond of beauty.
“Not bad,” she murmured to herself, tying her long hair into a loose bun, which revealed the graceful curve of her neck. She couldn’t help but whistle playfully at her reflection, “How am I this pretty?”
After admiring herself for a moment, Jocelyn put on the clothes Shana had bought for her. However, as soon as the clothes were on, she furrowed her brow.
Perhaps it was because she was used to wearing designer brands, but the rough fabric felt uncomfortable against her skin. She felt out of place, as though these clothes didn’t quite belong on her.
She realized that she would need to find a way to earn money fast—she needed to pull her family out of poverty and climb back to the top.
A fleeting memory crossed her mind as she raised an eyebrow and walked out of the room.
Shana, who had been in the kitchen, came out holding a bowl of spaghetti. “Jocelyn, dinner’s ready,” she began, but her words faltered when she saw her daughter.
Jocelyn stood before her in a plain white shirt, casually tied at the waist, her appearance striking in its effortless mix of casual and bold.
Her legs were long and smooth, and although her face was free of makeup, it was still stunning—almost arresting. Her eyes, the perfect almond shape, gleamed with life.
Though her clothes were inexpensive, something about the way she carried herself made them seem high-end, like a runway model.
Even professional models would seem ordinary next to Jocelyn.
“Mom.”
Shana snapped out of her daze as Jocelyn’s voice broke the silence.
Is this really Jocelyn? Shana thought in disbelief.
She had never expected Jocelyn to look this breathtaking without all the heavy makeup. It was almost impossible to put into words how striking she looked.
“I made you some spaghetti,” Jocelyn, Shana said, her voice a little shaky as she placed the bowl on the table.
“Thanks, Mom,” Jocelyn replied, picking up the food and devouring them quickly. She had barely eaten all day and was starving. Though she ate quickly, her movements were graceful, almost hypnotic to watch. Soon, the bowl was empty.
“I’ll bring you another bowl,” Shana said, but Jocelyn smiled softly and shook her head.
“I’m full,” Mom, she replied.
“Alright, let me show you to your room so you can rest.”
“Okay,” Jocelyn said, nodding.
The bedroom was small, a cramped space divided by a thin partition. Shana’s own room was just next door.
The room was simple, with only the bare essentials: a bed, a desk, and a wardrobe. There was nothing more.
Ruby had once lived in this room, but when she left, she took everything with her. Now, the bed was bare—no blanket, no comfort.
Shana felt awkward as she looked around. “I’ll get a blanket for you,” she said.
“Okay.” Jocelyn smiled.
“By the way, Mom, where’s Uncle Richard?”
Shana’s youngest brother, Richard Leif, lived with her. Jocelyn was referring to him.
Richard had dropped out of middle school and struggled to find steady work due to his low education. He worked as a delivery driver but didn’t drink or smoke. His only real vice was gambling, which he spent most of his earnings on.