The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 100

Mirabella arched an eyebrow, a signal for her friend to continue.

"The monthly ordeal of the Deathly Tests!" Jenna exhaled deeply. "Do you know why they call Annette 'The She-Devil?' Because anyone whose average score dips below their last one gets subjected to the most twisted form of punishment!"

Mirabella looked on, her expression the epitome of nonchalance. "Punishment?"

"Yeah! Ten laps around the track every afternoon after school for ten days straight. If that's not twisted, I don't know what is!" Jenna shivered at the mere thought.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Mirabella's lips. "You call that twisted?"

Jenna's patience snapped like a twig. "Ten whole laps! You know the size of our school track, it's massive! Just one lap during PE, and I'm already winded!"

Ten laps might as well be a death sentence!

Oh right, she forgot that Mirabella always performed like an Olympic athlete during gym class as if they weren't even attending the same school.

Mirabella stroked her chin, eyeing Jenna from head to toe before shaking her head in mock disapproval. "Dark circles under the eyes, habitual late nights, a body bloated with retained water, and a lack of exercise. You're squandering your youth, sweetheart. That's a no-go."

Jenna snorted, "You sound like one of those slick holistic health gurus right now." While speaking, she fished out a compact mirror from her desk and peered into it. "But seriously, are my under-eyes that bad?"

Mirabella remained silent.

"Looks like my dark circles are pretty bad," Jenna said somberly, setting down the mirror and turning her woeful gaze onto Mirabella's face, which was flawless, radiant skin without a blemish in sight. The stark contrast was a blow to her self-esteem.

Jenna covered her face. "Ooh, I am wounded. Spare me the comfort."