The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

When Mirabella arrived at the principal’s office, she found the door closed, and knocking yielded no response. It seemed no one was inside.

With a sigh of frustration, Mirabella muttered to herself, “High school sure is a hassle.”

The nostalgia of her carefree days before school suddenly hit her.

As she turned to leave, a bit downcast, she was intercepted by a female teacher whose face darkened at the sight of her. The teacher’s voice was sharp as she asked, “Young lady, classes are about to start. Why are you still wandering around here?”

Mirabella stopped in her tracks, batting her eyes innocently. “Ma’am, I’m new here. I just transferred. I’m not sure which class I’m in, so I thought I’d ask.”

The teacher’s expression softened slightly. “You should head to the guidance counselor’s office, not here. The principal is very busy and doesn’t handle these matters.”

With that, the teacher hurried into the principal’s office without even knocking, just swiping her ID badge to get in.

A moment later, she emerged, clutching a manila folder, and looked surprised to see Mirabella still there. “Why are your still standing around? Didn’t I tell you to go to the guidance counselor’s office?”

“I…” Mirabella began.

“Never mind, follow me. I’ll take you there on my way,” the teacher said with a shake of her head, striding ahead.

And so, Mirabella was escorted back to the guidance counselor’s office.

“Morgan, look up which class this transfer student is assigned to. She needs to get to class soon. Don’t keep her waiting.” the teacher told the counselor before rushing off without waiting for a response.

Morgan and Mirabella remained in the office, staring wide–eyed at one another. Morgan was not thrilled to see this student who seemingly had an inside track, but recalling Anthony’s attitude earlier, he managed to suppress his annoyance. He picked up the phone with a stony face and dialed a number.

Mirabella

la watched Morgan, who seemed to radiate an “I really don’t like you‘ vibe, and was puzzled. He seemed alright when she first came in, so what changed so quickly?

Did Parkside High School teachers specialize in quick attitude changes?

After Morgan hung up the phone, he sat down and said icily, “Just stand over there and wait.” He didn’t even glance at Mirabella.

It wasn’t long before Anthony hurried back, his gaze landing firmly on Mirabella as if he had finally exhaled in relief. “Welcome to Parkside High School Mirabella,” Anthony greeted her warmly.

Mirabella nodded politely, the picture of good manners, but after a brief pause, she appeared troubled. “A security officer took my acceptance letter. Can I still enroll?” NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Anthony quickly reassured her, “No problem at all. The acceptance letter is just a formality. It won’t affect your enrollment. I’ll have someone inquire with security about it.”

Catching Morgan’s eye. Mirabella sighed and responded obediently, “That’s good to hear.”

Feeling as if Mirabella’s glance had metaphorically slapped him, Morgan didn’t know what to say.

Anthony, oblivious to the tension between Morgan and Mirabella, turned to Morgan and said, “I’m placing Mirabella in your class. Make sure you take good care of her for me, okay?”

Morgan’s face went through a series of expressions!