A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Chapter 463

Chapter 463

But she’d been watching Alessia closely ever since yesterday.

This girl-so often the subject of wild rumors, so famously gifted, the untouchable star of the school-wasn’t quite what Mia had imagined.

Alessia’s stamina was impressive. There was nothing delicate or pampered about her; she was more like some legendary queen or warrior from centuries past. One look from her, and Mia always felt as though her own thoughts were laid bare.

Not that Mia had anything to hide. She met Alessia’s gaze without a hint of guilt or fear.

Despite the privileged life everyone assumed she led, Alessia didn’t have the attitude of a spoiled heiress. The trip had been rough-everyone had grumbled about it at some point-except her. She never complained, quietly making sure everyone else was all right.

She noticed everything, but she didn’t act superior because of her background. She spoke kindly and directly, looking people in the eye-yet there was something about her that kept people from taking advantage, something enigmatic that invited curiosity rather than intimidation.

Mia had never met anyone quite like Alessia. The more she observed, the more intrigued she became.

When Mia looped her arm through Alessia’s, Alessia instinctively tried to keep a little distance. Unfortunately, Mia was oblivious to the subtle hint and just pressed in closer.

Alessia let out the faintest sigh, but in the end, she didn’t push her away.

sensing her victory, grinned up at her in

a fair bit about everyone

actually endearing. It was obvious she’d grown up in a loving home;

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open, cheerful spirit.

didn’t mind

laughter and conversation, the road seemed less daunting. Still, when they finally reached the school, everyone heaved a sigh of relief and

teacher will be in soon,”

you get your bearings,” said Mayor Warren with his

that would be

trouble at

made it to university and then come back, determined to change the future of his

Warren was already-leading the children in their morning reading. Their voices carried out from the

chorus.

Mayor Warren as he

call it a “school” was generous-it was really just à two-story building of bare concrete, red bricks barely hidden beneath a rough coat of plaster, no tiles on