Sorry My Step-Uncle, I'm Not Your Backup Plan novel Chapter 22

Gabriella smiled lightly. "You're right—you don't know me at all."

Turning to Sienna with mock sweetness, she added, "Sure you don't want that photo? I'm about to leave..."

Sienna's face tightened with frustration. She desperately wanted photos with the car.

But with Gabriella inside? Her pride wouldn't allow it.

"I'm not interested," she said stiffly.

"If you say so! Bye!" Gabriella waved cheerfully, hitting the gas and leaving them in the dust.

As the blue Bentley disappeared, Sienna fumed. "Drake, how did you end up with someone so desperate for attention?"

Drake massaged his temples. "She wasn't like this before. I don't know what's gotten into her lately—pushing for marriage, renting cars..."

"She probably feels threatened by me," Sienna suggested. "Trying to fit in with our crowd with rental cars."

Sienna crossed her arms, shaking her head with theatrical sympathy.

"But rentals are just rentals. She can take pictures, but it's not really hers. How sad."

"Stop. It's embarrassing enough," Drake said, heading back inside.

Later, Gabriella parked the Bentley in a secure garage outside the gated community.

She didn't want it in Drake's garage—not time for revelations yet.

She'd originally planned to tell Drake about her background herself, but now? Let him figure it out.

That evening, another all-vegetarian dinner appeared.

Gabriella sat down with her takeout from Le Bernardin, the aroma of perfectly seasoned seafood filling the dining room.

Drake couldn't help glancing at her food.

Butter-poached lobster, pan-seared sea bass—the presentation was immaculate. The rich scent made his mouth water, especially compared to his plate of bland vegetables.

Gabriella savored each bite with obvious pleasure.

He loved seafood too. They used to share meals at Le Bernardin, where Gabriella would always save him the best bites.

Drake's throat worked as he swallowed, watching her hopefully, expecting her to offer him a taste.

Instead, Gabriella enjoyed every morsel herself.

Catching his stare, she asked innocently, "Something wrong?"

Drake covered his awkwardness with a cough. "Could you not eat such strongly flavored food?"

Before Gabriella could respond, Sienna jumped in: "Well, only common people need such heavy flavors. Gabriella, maybe eat that somewhere else?"

Drake's expression soured.

He'd been practically drooling over that food, and Sienna had to call it common?

Gabriella licked her lips, starting on another perfect bite. "Sienna, you clearly don't know Drake well. Ask him if he likes 'common' food."

In the living room, Sienna draped herself on Drake's arm. "Take me shopping for new curtains tomorrow?"

Drake glanced at Gabriella, irritated by her complete lack of jealousy.

Why wasn't she upset about the flowers?

The very qualities he'd prized in her—understanding, accommodation—now grated on him.

A little jealousy wouldn't hurt.

He was suddenly tired of her perfect composure.

When he didn't respond, Sienna pouted, tugging his arm. "Drake, are you listening?"

He grunted acknowledgment, distracted.

The next day, Sienna went on a decorating rampage, ordering workers to replace curtains and accessories.

Everything Gabriella had chosen went into dumpsters.

When Gabriella returned, Sienna met her eyes triumphantly.

Gabriella merely glanced at the chaos before heading upstairs.

She'd packed most things already, leaving only essentials and a few days' clothes.

She'd hoped these final days would pass peacefully, but Sienna seemed determined to force her out.