The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 11

Anyway, they hadn’t settled on a school yet.

Emmitt’s eyes danced with curiosity as he observed his sister’s calm demeanor. Was she serious about having chosen a school?

Mirabella shifted lazily in her seat, crossing her legs as she spoke with an indifferent tone, “Parkside High School.”

At her words, a bemused expression quickly surfaced on Summer’s face. She turned her head to Mirabella, “Parkside High School? Like, the Parkside High School downtown?”

Mirabella just hummed an affirmation, still nonchalant.

Auburn High School would have been believable, but Parkside High School? That was a stretch. Known as the city’s top–tier high school, nationally ranked in the top five, it was a breeding ground for the

isn’t exactly low,” Summer said with

head and wanting to save her from embarrassment in front of Summer, cleared his throat and interjected, “Let’s discuss

Mirabella an out, Summer dropped her gaze and decided not to pursue the topic any further. “If you need help, just say the word. My dad knows several principals

car stereo, casually acknowledging her offer

gazed out of the car window, too laid–back to engage any further. Her eyes took in the cityscape outside–the

from the surroundings that it had seen better days. The Davis family owned a top–floor duplex in the building, an advantage of the older, low–rise architecture. Mr. and Mrs.

first, followed by Mirabella.

Dad, we’ve got Mira back.”