A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Chapter 465

People are remarkably adaptable. Before anyone realized it, the assistant teaching program was already coming to an end.

By now, they navigated the mountain paths with ease–so much so that in the crisp mornings, they even joined the children in a race to the hilltop just for fun.

Their youthful presence had breathed new life into the village. During the school term, they were always surrounded by kids; when school was out, they’d follow the adults into the fields to help with chores or tag along to the market for supplies.

A village that was once so quiet now pulsed with laughter and energy, all thanks to them.

But the more lively things grew, the harder it became to face the thought of leaving. Everyone tried to ignore the looming goodbyes.

“Miss, you’re going home in a week, aren’t you?”

One evening, after Alessia finished the nightly phone call with Cole and her family, she sat alone in the yard, lost in thought. At some point, Susannah Holt dragged over a chair and settled beside her.

“That’s right,” Alessia replied, gazing up at the sky, wondering when she’d

next see so many stars.

“Miss, I…” Susannah started, picking at her fingernails, searching for words.

“What is it?” Alessia looked at her gently.

hesitated, then shook her head. “Will

said with quiet certainty. “When you grow into an

the teachers who came

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shelves full of trophies—all of these

lots of awards to be exceptional?” she asked, thinking that maybe being exceptional

tapped Susannah on the back of her head. “Anyone who keeps moving toward their goals

of luck.”

“Luck?”

about that. Just focus on chasing

didn’t really understand what Alessia meant by “luck,” but she knew that if she tried her

mountains still had to walk to the market just to use a payphone–two dollars a minute–for a

go,” Susannah whispered, gripping Alessia’s hand. Her voice trembled, thick with tears. She didn’t know when she’d see Alessia again–just like her

“As long as we get to meet again,

thought Alessia looked like she might cry too.

someone, you

important to me–people who helped me become who I am. But I’ll

quiet, it sounded as if it floated