The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 127

Amelia hadn't been paying much attention, at least not until Citrine's next words. Only then did she really focus on the lead dancer's face on stage, her gaze turning a little colder. "Citrine, has she been giving you a hard time at the Carmichael family's house?"

It wasn't hard for Amelia to picture Citrine, newly returned to the Carmichaels, quietly enduring mistreatment without daring to speak up.

Citrine paused, realizing that Amelia was genuinely concerned about her. She smiled, trying to reassure her friend. "Don't worry. She's not exactly in a position to bully me."

Truthfully, Citrine had never bothered to take Regina seriously.

Now that Regina had already been kicked out of the Carmichaels, any lingering resentment Regina might have was useless-Citrine doubted she'd have the chance to make trouble. And even if she tried, Citrine had plenty of ways to put her in her place.

The opening ceremony wrapped up after about half an hour.

It was time for the athletes to compete in their chosen events.

Citrine had only signed up for the three-thousand-meter run, and hers wasn't until the final day.

on the other hand, had registered for every event she was good at- almost the

voice was so hoarse she could hardly speak, and Amelia's events still weren't over. Finally, Citrine was completely

did you sign up for, anyway?" Citrine asked, a mixture

life, seen anyone sign up for this

last event of the morning and came back, only to be greeted by

out laughing. "Citrine, I've

was kind of adorable-and

camera, Amelia thought, she'd love to capture this rare side of Citrine

up to you, lunch is on me, okay?" Amelia felt a pang of guilt thinking of how Citrine had

Then I want noodles from that place next to the stadium-the super-sized

"Sure thing. No problem."

but when they arrived and she saw the prices on the wall, she paused, unexpectedly moved. Her heart softened, and her eyes stung

her best to keep her voice steady, she ordered, "Two super-sized

newly opened, was running a special-two giant bowls of beef noodles for just twenty bucks. It was so cheap, it was barely more than what Amelia usually spent

knew Citrine had done it