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.

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 cream of the academic crop. The idea seemed ludicrous, considering Mirabella’s past performance required a generous donation to even get her

Parkside High isn’t exactly low,” Summer said with

over her head and wanting to save her from embarrassment in front of Summer, cleared his throat and interjected, “Let’s discuss the school situation with Mom and Dad back

dropped her gaze and decided not to pursue the topic any further. “If you need help, just say

reached out to tune the car stereo, casually acknowledging

rhythmically 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 lights, and the colorful nightlife that underscored the city’s vibrancy, a

an advantage of the older, low–rise architecture. Mr. and Mrs. Davis were already waiting at the door, exchanging nervous glances as they heard

Summer emerged first, followed by Mirabella.

Mira back.” Summer