A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

The restaurant’s doors stood wide open, with two servers in crisp waistcoats

greeting guests at the entrance.

Alessia strode ahead, the three girls trailing behind her, their eyes fixed on her back. One of the waiters stepped forward and said something to Alessia.

“Oh no, are we about to get kicked out?” Esme whispered nervously.

“I don’t think so. Look at how respectful the waiter is–he clearly knows Alessia,” Mia replied, watching closely.

Sure enough, just as Mia finished speaking, the waiter nodded politely to Alessia and stepped aside to let them in. He spoke quietly into his earpiece, and moments later, a man in a sharp suit hurried out from the dining room.

“The manager,” someone murmured.

“The manager? Who is Alessia, really?” The surprise in the waiter’s voice only made the girls more curious.

“Miss Morton! If you’d let us know you were coming, we would have prepared everything in advance, the manager said, almost breathless..

“It was a last–minute dinner with my housemates,” Alessia replied simply.

“We’ve kept your usual private room ready. Please, this way.”

Alessia nodded, but glanced back to see the others still huddled together, whispering.

“Aren’t you coming?” she called.

daze, grabbing Joyce’s hand and

It felt as if they’d stepped straight into a tranquil English manor garden: arched stone bridges over gentle streams, elegant

gorgeous,” Esme breathed,

walkway, showing no sign of impatience. She

away.

Esme’s

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anywhere nice

head

people come

sat in the

girls finally relaxed, their nerves easing and their opinion

the manager

everything ready. Do you want to look around a bit more,

we eat?”

eat!” the three of them answered in

smiled and led

monthly allowances combined. Alessia didn’t make a fuss. She simply asked if anyone had

the three girls braced themselves as if it were their own wallets taking the hit, but said nothing; they wouldn’t dare embarrass Alessia