The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 321

"This year's solo champion is Citrine. No one deserves it more."

"Her dancing was just breathtaking-honestly, her technique is even better than Kali's."

"Seriously, I wish I were Citrine. She doesn't even have to go through the selection rounds-she just gets straight into the student council."

Someone up ahead, eyes shining with envy, turned to Citrine. "Citrine, you're a freshman and you already qualify for the student council. That's huge! You must be thrilled, right?"

"I'm not interested in the student council, and I won't be joining," Citrine replied, shaking her head without hesitation.

The girl's mouth dropped open in shock. She leaned in, as if to remind Citrine, "You know, Crestwood's student council has the toughest selection process on campus. If you don't take the offer now, it'll be almost impossible to get in later."

Nearby, Ingrid and her friends stared at Citrine, practically dying to accept on her behalf. But all they could do was fidget anxiously while Citrine simply offered a polite smile and declined once more. "I doubt I'll ever want to join the student council."

from privileged backgrounds, connected families, and possessed with

in meant everything: networking across social circles, picking up new skills, maybe even crossing class barriers

a few people felt sorry for her missed opportunity, but

had taken Kali every ounce of effort to claw her way into the student council. And yet this bitch just tossed the offer aside like it was nothing. Didn't even know to

watched Citrine as well, eyebrows drawn together in a faint

connections or resources. She was

gala ended, Kali stormed off, her

to go after his sister to comfort her, but a glance

were filing out of the hall,

way over, grabbed Citrine's wrist, and pulled her into a quiet, empty

you were

that story, steering the conversation so the

he'd let her hurt his little