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,” Alessia

nodded. When they’d arrived around ten or eleven, they hadn’t even dropped off their bags before heading to registration. The lines had already stretched down the hall;

get to know each

anxious, watching her for any sign of approval. Mia was picking at her food, acting as if she

you picked

that fondue place across

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a place nearby called The

Terrace?” Esme’s eyes widened in

thinking, *Of course, she’d suggest the

with that?” Alessia glanced at Mia, and for a split second, the tension thickened. Sensing the impending standoff,

um… I don’t think I can really afford someplace

get in. Even if we somehow made it inside, I couldn’t even afford a cup of tea there!” Esme’s

been clearer. What I meant is–if you don’t mind, dinner’s on me,” Alessia said calmly, without a

Even the tea there costs a