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.

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

High isn’t exactly low,” Summer said with a smirk.

his sister might be getting in 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 home before making any

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

casually

window, too laid–back to engage any further. Her eyes took in the cityscape outside–the hustle and bustle, the dazzling

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

emerged first,

Dad, we’ve got Mira back.”