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

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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.

had already progressed to the final questions. He checked his watch in disbelief–had she really breezed through the initial sections in just an hour?

professors during the exam’s construction. They had voiced concerns that the allotted time might be insufficient due to the

the name on the answer sheet beside

Mirabella.

the initial rounds, city prelims, and

she maintained her performance through the national prelims and finals, she stood a chance

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alone sent a ripple of excitement through the invigilator, his her shining with admiration. Yet, not wishing to disturb her concentration, he lingered but a moment before

another hour gone, Mirabella laid down her pen. The final questions had posed a

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to answer them with the knowledge within the hight. school curriculum,