“I know exactly who you mean.
She’s made my life a nightmare, or nearly so. But I have seen her picture—she’s blonde with brown eyes. My black hair and blue eyes?
They’re natural.
I’m not her.”
One officer scrutinized her closely before nodding. “I recall this case.
The real scammer used the name Danielle, but I heard she has since changed her name to Rosaline or Rosemary. They last traced her to Mexico, so she’s beyond the reach of law enforcement here.
It’s uncertain if they will catch her, but this woman is not her.”
I was both relieved and deeply ashamed.
“Oh my God! I… I’m so sorry,” I stuttered.
Surprisingly, Danielle grinned widely and chuckled. “Well, that was an interesting introduction to my future in-laws,” she joked.
“At least I got to help pick out a wine.” It turned out she had great taste; the bottle she selected was one of the finest.
Her lighthearted comment broke the tension, and soon we were all laughing.
Xavier embraced her, clearly relieved and very much in love.
“I told you she wasn’t like that!” he shot me an admonishing look.
The evening ended with apologies and a chance to start anew. As time went on, I got to know Danielle better and witnessed the genuine love she had for Xavier.
She was warm, humorous, and an exceptionally talented pastry chef who even crafted her own wedding cake.
As for me, I learned the importance of not jumping to conclusions. Though my protective instincts remain, I’m beginning to trust Xavier’s choices.
Now we have an unforgettable family tale—though I doubt Danielle will ever let me live it down!
