The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 197

Summer tapped on the Messenger app with a mixture of anticipation and dread. Her screen lit up with a barrage of congratulatory messages that should've warmed her heart, but today, they felt like just another reminder of the facade she had to maintain.

Craig: [Congrats, Summer! National finals? You're not just a Parkside High School Prodigy Class student. You're a star.]

Allison: [Hats off to Queen Summer for making it through to the next round.]

Jenny: [I've got champagne on ice. Let's celebrate your victory tonight.]

Lily: [I'll swing by and pick you up.]

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As she scrolled through the well-wishes, Summer's grip on her phone tightened. Inhaling deeply, she began replying to each message, her fingers dancing over the touchscreen with practiced ease. No matter what, she had to keep up her image at the company.

After responding to her squad sisters, she finally shot a message back to her manager, Craig. Summer's manager had always had high hopes for her. As soon as her competition results were out, he'd been on the ball, lining up PR moves to hype her up online.

[Craig]: Oh, and post a Tweet later with a screenshot of your national competition ranking. I've got the PR accounts ready to give you a boost.

Summer got the drift immediately and shot back a quick 'OK.'

[Craig]: I'm in talks with a reality show director about a spot on 'Country Comfort.' It's broadcast live. If you get on it, your popularity could skyrocket.

Walker was a titan in the reality show world, a Midas touch for talent, and a notorious perfectionist. Craig knew about Walker's new project but didn't have much hope of swaying the producer to pick Summer. So, he had been leveraging her competition success to solidify her public persona, hoping to increase her chances with a little heat and popularity.

Meanwhile, Summer's thoughts turned to Leo, and her expression clouded with complexity. Leo was notoriously aloof, even to his closest friends, and they weren't exactly tight—especially since she had managed to rub him the wrong way in the past.

'Country Comfort' was bound to be a hit, and Summer knew she had to be a part of it, no matter what.

Quickly, she messaged Craig back with a decisive, [I understand.]

After ending the chat, Summer felt a sense of calm washing over her. She glanced at her competition scores on her phone, and a self-deprecating smile curled her lips. It was just a small contest, yet it had her all worked up. She really shouldn't be so easily flustered.