The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 129

Aside from Sylvan, the other two were just as certain that Citrine went to Elegance Peak Academy.

Citrine had no idea why these three were so convinced she was from Elegance Peak Academy, and for a moment, she felt awkward under their scrutiny.

Noticing the discomfort flicker in Citrine's eyes, Travis shot Sylvan a quick look and jumped in to clarify on her behalf. "She's not actually from Elegance Peak Academy."

"No way, Travis. If she's not from Elegance Peak, don't tell me she goes to Havencrest Technical College with us? I'd definitely have heard if someone this gorgeous was on campus."

The thought that Citrine might be from Havencrest Preparatory Academy never even crossed Sylvan's mind.

"She's not with us at Havencrest Tech either," Travis replied evenly.

He knew exactly what Sylvan was thinking—and honestly, it made sense. If Elegance Peak Academy and Havencrest Technical College were notorious rivals, then Havencrest Prep was like a parallel universe-never intersecting.

city's elite-kids born with silver spoons in their mouths who carried themselves with an air of entitlement, flaunted their decent grades, and looked down on students from Havencrest Tech. They'd even show up

school, boasting the highest graduation rate around. Every single student there had clawed their way in through relentless exams and cutthroat competition, a testament to just how outstanding they were. Frankly, they saw themselves as being above petty rivalries with Havencrest Tech, and most didn't

Havencrest Tech tended to steer clear of those from Prep as well. If they ever did cross paths, Prep kids would look at them like they were

to hang out with the likes of them. The possibility that Citrine might be from

for answers. Sighing, Travis decided to just put it all out there. "She's

Prep?" Sylvan's jaw practically hit the floor as he glanced from Travis to Citrine. "I must be dreaming," he finally managed. For him, sitting at the same table as a Prep student was a huge deal-something to brag about for

nothing like the image of a Prep student

stared at her, eyes wide as saucers. "I was about to tell you earlier, but you talk

back of his neck. "Sorry

fumbled with his fork, which slipped from his hand and clattered to the floor. He gave a nervous chuckle. "Sorry, first time sharing a meal with a Prep student-I

an awkward scene he'd made, Sylvan rushed to make amends. "Sorry again, I really didn't mean to judge. It's just you're so stunning, you don't fit at all with what I always pictured a Prep student would look like. And you don't seem to mind hanging out