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

Chapter 149

Summer cast one last desolate glance at the bulletin board where the test scores were posted. Her lips were sealed in a tight line as she turned on her heel and walked away.

Madeline watched her friend’s retreating figure, heaving a deep sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world. Even though Summer didn’t voice her disappointment, Madeline knew the sting was there, buried deep. After all, Summer had poured every ounce of her spare time into studying, a heartbreaking and admirable dedication.

But what could you do… when you were outshone by a country bumpkin foster child?

Shaking her head as if to clear her mind of this unsettling thought, Madeline hurried to catch up with Summer.

On the other hand, Mirabella hadn’t bothered to check the test scores on the bulletin board. She knew her score well enough. Annette had called her into the office last week and given her the rundown.

As for her ranking, she had researched the score trends for Parkside High before she even enrolled, and with her latest scores in mind, she figured she might not have snagged the top spot, but second place was well within reach. After all, English was her Achilles‘ heel, much

h to her chagrin.

she’d heard about Mirabella’s struggles with English, she had been secretly reveling in the potential downfall. Having been on the receiving end of

Waterloo was

rock–solid first place in the grade!

gaze, Mirabella turned her head and, in a’rare moment of outreach, asked, “Are you done staring? How did you

own score. After a brief pause, she added with a mix of sarcasm and

my weak point, I probably wouldn’t have

that hurt the most, but luckily, she was used to it. Shaking her head, Jenna continued, “You know Vincent

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how close that

of the name Vincent, Mirabella recalled a competitor who had placed just behind her in the BrainSpark Nationals, taking second place both times,

public enemy number one,” Jenna mused, resting her chin in her hands before continuing. “But hey, Vincent’s drop dead gorgeous. If he’s got his

over the guy, and quipped lightly. “Drooling much?”