Xavier went downstairs and released Danielle from the basement.
Oddly enough, she wasn’t frightened.
She seemed irritated, certainly, but also strangely amused.
Turning toward us, she sighed. “Everyone, this isn’t the first time someone’s mistaken me for that woman,” she explained. “I know exactly who you’re talking about. She’s ruined my life, or come close to it. I’ve been taken down to the police station before, and I’ve seen her picture. She’s blonde with brown eyes; my black hair and blue eyes are natural. I’m not her.”
One of the officers studied her carefully before nodding.
“I remember this case. The real scammer did use the name Danielle and avoided police for a long time. I think she even managed to scam someone else before she got caught. She’s been in prison for a while now. I can confirm that this lady isn’t her.”
My mouth fell open.
Relief washed over me, immediately followed by humiliation.
Why hadn’t Margaret known any of this?
“Oh my God! I… I’m so sorry,” I stammered.
To my surprise, Danielle broke into a genuine smile and laughed.
“Well, that was an interesting way to meet my future in-laws,” she joked. “At least I got to pick out a wine.”
As it turned out, she had excellent taste because the bottle she’d selected happened to be one of the most expensive in the house.
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Her humor made me laugh too, and the tension dissolved almost instantly.
Xavier wrapped his arms around her, visibly relieved and completely in love.
“I told you she wasn’t like that,” he said, giving me a pointed look.
The evening ultimately ended with apologies and a clean slate.
As time passed, I got to know Danielle better and discovered how deeply she loved Xavier. She was warmhearted, funny, and an exceptionally talented pastry chef who even baked her own wedding cake.
