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

Before long. Mirabella descended the stairs, a letter in hand. Approaching Delilah, she extended the envelope. Delilah’s eyes fixed on the letter passed from her daughter’s hand. A flicker of confusion crossed her face before she accepted it. “What’s this…?”

“It’s an acceptance letter for a transfer to Parkside High School” Mirabella replied casually.

As her words settled in the air, Delilah, still in a state of disbelief, was struck dumb when she saw the Parkside High School emblem emblazoned on the front of the envelope. She stood frozen, the letter unopened in her hands.

Watching from the side, his expression hardening. Shawn snatched the acceptance letter from his wife and quickly scanned it. When he looked up at Mirabella again, his face was a mix of shock and bewilderment. It turned out that when Mirabella had insisted she had chosen her school, she hadn’t meant from the selection they had offered her. She had made her choice on her own. The date on the acceptance letter was from the previous month.

But… weren’t Mirabella’s grades a mess? How could Parkside High School accept her? NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Snapping back to reality. Delilah scrutinized the acceptance letter thoroughly. Once convinced it was legitimate, she, like her husband, was filled with questions. She turned to Mirabella, about to speak.

But Mirabella’s phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out, her eyes darkening at the sight of the unknown number before she raised her head and said to Delilah and Shawn, “I’m gonna take this call” She then stepped out to the balcony, sliding the door closed behind her.

Delilah watched her daughter’s retreating figure and murmured, “Shawn, why would our girl have an acceptance letter from Parkside High School? The seal seems legit, doesn’t it?”

Shawn narrowed his eyes, pondering for a moment before shaking his head. “I doubt it’s a fake.”

“But the standards at Parkside High School… can Mira’s grades even get her through the door? Didn’t Summer mention her previous middle school was the kind you had to pay to get in?” Knowing her daughter’s poor academic performance was precisely why Delilah doubted the Parkside High School acceptance letter.

Shawn, thoughtful, simply said, “Don’t overthink it. You gotta have faith in your daughter.”

Delilah sighed. “It’s not that I don’t trust her. I’m just afraid she’s been duped!”

Shawn looked at her curiously. Delilah couldn’t help but express her worry, “Our daughter was raised in a small town, unfamiliar with the harshness of the world. Think about it. Where did this Parkside High School transfer acceptance come from?”

“Isn’t it from the school? Where else could it be from?” Shawn grew even more confused by his wife’s anxiety. Delilah scratched her head. “What I mean is, could our daughter have gotten mixed up with the wrong crowd? Remember when we visited her old town and asked her teacher about her? Do you remember the things he said?” At that Shawn’s brows furrowed slightly, and he glanced toward his daughter, who was now standing on the balcony. talking on the phone. She was casually resting her arm on the railing, fingertips tapping rhythmically. The sliding door muffled her voice, making it impossible to discern her conversation. However, she soon hung up and turned around. Her deep eyes met Shawn’s gaze, and she nonchalantly raised an eyebrow as if she knew someone had been watching her.

A chill ran down Shawn’s spine.