A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

“My name’s Esme Godfrey, but you can just call me Esme.” Her eyes were clear and direct; everything about her exuded confidence and warmth. Alessia could tell she was the type who’d grown up well–loved, someone who’d always had her family’s protection.

“Nice to meet you, Alessia.” Esme turned her attention to the other two girls in the

room.

“H–hi, I’m Joyce Danton.” Alessia recognized her instantly–her new roommate, the one who’d seemed nervous about whether they’d get along. Joyce wore her brown hair in a ponytail, thick black glasses perched on her nose, shoulders hunched as if she were trying to disappear. Her clothes were a little worn but spotlessly clean.

“Mia Linden.” The last girl’s introduction was as breezy as her look: wild curls, a crimson dress that suited her bold energy.

“Have you had dinner yet?” Esme asked, her tone casual.

“Yeah, I have.” Alessia sat at her desk, adjusting a few bottles and jars she hadn’t managed to organize earlier.

“Are you from out of town?” Esme asked.

“No, I’m local.”

“Local? How come you got here so early, then?”

in the morning,”

before heading to registration. The

know, to get to know each other–since we’ll be roommates for the next four years.

of approval. Mia was picking at her food, acting as if

Have you picked

debating–maybe that fondue place across the street, or somewhere else. You’re local–got any

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to those two, but there’s a place nearby called The Ivy Terrace. It’s pretty

Terrace?” Esme’s eyes widened in

out a quiet laugh, thinking, *Of course, she’d suggest the fanciest

at Mia, and for a split second, the tension thickened. Sensing the impending standoff, Joyce rushed

don’t think I can

of place you need a reservation just to get in. Even if we somehow made it inside,

is–if you don’t mind, dinner’s on me,” Alessia said calmly, without a hint

treating us? Even the tea there costs