A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Chapter 460

Chapter 460

The page was covered in the name “Alessia,” written over and over in careful, unsteady script. It was clear each letter had been formed one by one, sometimes oversized, sometimes squeezed too small, all a little crooked-but you could see the earnest effort behind every stroke.

“It still looks a little messy,” Susannah Holt admitted, scratching her head. Alessia smiled, ruffling the girl’s hair, and with Susannah’s permission, picked up the stub of a pencil that was left.

With practiced movements, Alessia wrote out the name again, each line sharp and full of character.

“That looks beautiful.”

Susannah’s eyes shone with admiration. In her mind, Ms. Warren had always had the neatest handwriting of anyone she knew, but even that paled in comparison to the effortless grace of Alessia’s script.

Alessia didn’t say anything. Instead, she broke down the strokes of her name, listing them out one by one in order.

“If you master the basics, you’ll be able to write anything beautifully one day.”

Susannah nodded, her face full of hope. She reached for the pencil, eager to try again, but Alessia shook her head gently.

“It’s late. If children don’t get enough sleep, they won’t grow tall.”

“I won’t? Really?”

“I’m a teacher,

everything-sometimes even more than parents. And in Susannah’s eyes, Alessia was the perfect, kind angel she would trust without

go to bed right now.” She scrambled onto

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hair first. Sleeping with wet hair will just give

the yard for a bit?

to hop out

of drying—this kind.” Alessia picked up the

in confusion.

called a hair dryer. After you wash your hair, you use this, and

She and her family always just sat outside, waiting for the wind to do the work. She’d only ever seen something similar at Ms. Warren’s house, but

dries your

grabbing her own brush and motioning for

sit still.

had hardly ever been tended to, the ends were a tangled mess. Alessia worked a little leave-in oil through

care for her little sister. Her sister would sit on the porch

wrong? Did I hurt you?” Alessia had never really looked after a little