My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 62

“Ugh Xanthea sighed as she observed Isabella’s exasperated demeanor, reminiscent of their past.

Both had attended the same high school, but their paths rarely crossed until a school dance competition placed them in direct rivalry. Xanthea had clinched the first prize, leaving Isabella with second place. That sparked a relentless imitation spree from Isabella.

Whatever Xanthea did, Isabella did too. If Xanthea joined the honors program, Isabella would switch to the honors as well. If Xanthea ran for student council

so would Isabella. Xanthea chose science? Isabella did the same. Then came the singing contests, advanced placement, and even topping the class–Isabella stopped at nothing, hiring a slew of tutors and sinking a fortune into extra lessons!

Eventually, Isabella even started mimicking Xanthea’s style of dress, her way of speaking, and her personal likes, to the extent that their classmates joked about them being a couple, much to Xanthea’s annoyance.

Whenever they met, Xanthea would scornfully call her a “copycat,” but Isabella never ceased her mimicry. It wasn’t until after the SATS, when Xanthea scored the top citywide and got into Crestwood Hall Academy, that she finally managed to shake Isabella off her trail.

feel compelled

was Xanthea’s world. So when Isabella replicated every other aspect of her life,

she would never stoop so low, which, admittedly, was the one area where Isabella’s taste proved superior. “Rumor has it

fast,

years apart, seemed to know her every move. Was she still observing and imitating her from

crossed her arms and chuckled sarcastically, as if watching

“What’s so funny?”

years, your taste is still as poor

Xanthea bit her tony

refute

infuriated her even more. She swallowed the rest of her intended barbs, thinking vengefully, “Just