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

Chapter 293

Time flew by, and before you knew it, the day had arrived for Mirabella to strut her stuff at the city’s French competition.

The event was getting the full Hollywood treatment. A crew from the Educational TV network was filming the entire shebang, and planning to spin it into a prime–time special for their channel.

The showdown was set in the grand exhibition hall on the second floor of the municipal sports arena. It was transformed into a stage with atmosphere to spare, thanks to the TV folks who’d wrangled a crowd to fill the seats below the platform.

Mirabella’s game plan for joining the contest was straightforward she had her eye on the $100,000 prize. From the moment she left school, headphones were her constant companion.

A girl, tagging along for the ride, leaned in conspiratorially and asked, “Queen Mira, are you drilling French phrases in there?”

Mirabella turned, about to set the record straight with a ‘nope,‘ when the girl interjected, “Mind if I take a listen?” After a beat, Mirabella graciously handed over one earbud.

anthem, she was

were, minutes from showtime, with everyone else cramming their scripts, and there was Mirabella – not a note in hand, jamming to top forty hits… Seriously? Sure, the song was from her favorite band, and their lead singer’s voice was a killer,

her phone, showing off the album cover, pointing out the frontman,

class had heard tales of Mirabella from the Advanced Class and her ice–queen rep, but this was a

Totally relatable!

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her French script, and the two of

He quickly separated them and delivered a

were nearly fifty contestants, and the performance order

number twenty–one, smack in the middle.

was her turn. As she stepped onto the stage, the spotlight hit

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