The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 149

Summer cast one last desolate glance at the bulletin board where the test scores were posted. Her lips were sealed in a tight line as she turned on her heel and walked away.

Madeline watched her friend's retreating figure, heaving a deep sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world. Even though Summer didn't voice her disappointment, Madeline knew the sting was there, buried deep. After all, Summer had poured every ounce of her spare time into studying, a heartbreaking and admirable dedication.

But what could you do... when you were outshone by a country bumpkin foster child?

Shaking her head as if to clear her mind of this unsettling thought, Madeline hurried to catch up with Summer.

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On the other hand, Mirabella hadn't bothered to check the test scores on the bulletin board. She knew her score well enough. Annette had called her into the office last week and given her the rundown.

As for her ranking, she had researched the score trends for Parkside High before she even enrolled, and with her latest scores in mind, she figured she might not have snagged the top spot, but second place was well within reach. After all, English was her Achilles' heel, much to her chagrin.

Jenna returned from viewing the scores and found Mirabella in a state of Zen-like calm, which did nothing to soothe her own tangled emotions. Ever since she'd heard about Mirabella's struggles with English, she had been secretly reveling in the potential downfall. Having been on the receiving end of life's blows too often, she thought fate owed her a bit of schadenfreude. The thought of Mira facing her Waterloo was a delicious one indeed.

But as it turned out, Waterloo was a pipe dream—at least for Mirabella.

She’s a rock-solid first place in the grade!

Perhaps sensing Jenna's begrudging gaze, Mirabella turned her head and, in a rare moment of outreach, asked, "Are you done staring? How did you do?"

"You got 692 points. Top of the class," Jenna said, pointedly not mentioning her own score. After a brief pause, she added with a mix of sarcasm and awe, "And here you were, saying English isn't your strong suit. You're just playing with us!"