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

Chapter 59

Mirabella paused mid–stride before turning to look at Summer. There was a cool detachment in her eyes, and her voice was chilly as she declined. “No, thanks. I’ll take the bus.” Without waiting for Summer to respond, she withdrew her gaze and walked towards the bus stop with a pace that was neither hurried nor slow.

Jenna, who had been watching the exchange with the enthusiasm of a spectator at a sports game, Instinctively followed Mirabella. “Queen Mira, wait up for me!”

Summer’s expression stiffened slightly, but her sunglasses concealed any sign of discomfort. She watched as Mirabella’s silhouette grew smaller in the distance, and her grip on her bag tightened ever so slightly.

“Queen Mira, you know Summer, right?” Jenna asked with a certainty that belled her casual demeanor.

As Mirabella reached the bus stop and waited for the bus, she turned to face an eagerly gossiping Jenna and replied noncommittally, “Sort of.”

“Are you guys… related?” Jenna blinked, guessing boldly. But before Mirabella could respond. Jenna’s face fell. “Oh no, oh no, Queen Mira, please tell me you won’t rat me out to Summer for the comments I made?” In that moment, Jenna felt as if her heart was in a vise. After all, Summer had plenty of die–hard fans at Parkside High School who could drown her in their spitfire words if she crossed them.

gave her a half–smiling glance. “Don’t get

onto her usual bus, pulling out her transit card. “Are you sure you want to keep following me to discuss my sense

by gossip. “Holy cow, how did I end up following you to the bus? My dad’s waiting for

look of mock resentment at Mirabella, she turned and sprinted back the way

chuckle escaped

for BrainSpark Nationals. The Education Association is really focusing on it this year. If I can make it into

“Sounds like an interesting competition. Do your

gaze lowered as she fiddled with the fluffy keychain on her bag, murmuring an agreement before adding, “I

on the steering wheel tightened briefly as he frowned. “With her grades, why bother with this competition? Isn’t that just a waste of time?”

all good. Just think of it as an extracurricular activity,

his little sister really wasn’t the type

home. It was still early when