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.

a stretch. Known as the city’s top–tier high school, nationally ranked in the top five, it was a breeding ground for the cream of the academic crop. The idea seemed ludicrous, considering Mirabella’s past performance required a generous donation to even get her into a decent local school. A snicker flickered in Summer’s eyes as she thought of her

isn’t exactly low,” Summer said with

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

to pursue the topic any further. “If you need help, just say the word. My dad knows several principals around town. A quick call and you’re all set.”

stereo, casually acknowledging her offer with a non–committal “yeah.”

on her thigh as she gazed out of the car window, too laid–back to engage any further. Her eyes took in the cityscape outside–the hustle and bustle, the dazzling neon

the car pulled into an older residential complex. It was clear 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. Davis were already waiting at the door, exchanging nervous glances as they heard the elevator ding.

first, followed

got Mira back.” Summer announced