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

Chapter 250

Mirabella poised her pen above the exam sheet and confidently scrawled her name at the top. With a deep breath, she dove into the questions.

The first section was a hodgepodge of arts and sciences, a veritable smorgasbord of disciplines that tested rote memory, analytical prowess, and depth of understanding. Even deciphering the questions posed a challenge for those students with a less–than–stellar breadth of knowledge.

This prelims round was a marathon, not a sprint, clocking in at a hefty three hours.

As the first hour ticked by, while most of her peers were still wrestling with comprehension and multiple–choice questions, Mirabella was already tackling the hefty essays at the end.

The invigilator, a seasoned professor, paced the classroom with the slow gait of a watchful guardian, occasionally glancing over the students‘ progress.

The presence of a single girl in the sea of anxious faces was a spectacle that he couldn’t ignore. Mirabella’s calm, collected demeanor starkly contrasted with her peers‘ furrowed brows and nervous ticks. Drawn to her composed aura, he found himself circling back to her

desk more often than not.

He checked his watch in disbelief–had she really breezed through the

the allotted time might be insufficient due to the difficulty of the questions. The consensus was that even the faculty might struggle to complete the test

on the answer sheet

Mirabella.

rounds, city prelims, and city finals–dominating her peers. with perfect scores, save

faculty. If she maintained her performance through

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alone sent a ripple of excitement through the invigilator, his her shining with admiration. Yet, not wishing to disturb her

another hour gone, Mirabella laid down her pen. The

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