Chapter 10


    Emmitt’s brow furrowed slightly as he felt his arm being tugged, but he didn’t pull away. “What’s up?”


    Summer’s eyes sparkled with a yful cuteness on her meticulously made–up face. “I’ve been filming


    a show for a while now and haven’t visited Mom and Dad in ages. I feel kinda bad about it. Plus, Mira


    just got back from the countryside, and she’s probably feeling a bit out of her element. I was thinking of


    staying at home for a few days. spend some time with the folks, and help Mira get settled in.”


    Emmitt mulled over her words for a few seconds before nodding. “Sounds good. We’ll all feel better


    knowing you’re there to show Mira the ropes.”


    Summer let out a chirpy “yeah” and tilted her head slightly towards Mirabe with a yful jerk of her


    chin. Then she let go of Emmitt and hopped into the passenger seat, assuming the air of someone


    quite at home.


    Mirabe raised an eyebrow, a wry smile hidden beneath her mask, but said nothing. She calmly


    opened the back door of the car and slipped in.


    During the drive home, Summer chattered away to Emmitt about all the behind–the–scenes action from


    her time on a reality TV show, ncing in the rearview mirror at Mirabe, who had now removed her


    mask, seemingly trying to catch a glimpse of envy on her face. But Mirabe seemed to be in her own


    world, absorbed in her phone, indifferent to the conversation.


    It was a monumental blow to Summer’s sense of superiority. She consoled herself with the thought that


    maybe this country girl, unfamiliar with the world of showbiz, simply couldn’t grasp the significance of


    her stories, hence her nonchnt demeanor.


    Switching gears, Summer turned her attention back to Mirabe and asked, “By the way, Mira, we’re


    the same age, so you must be starting your senior year of high school, right?”


    Mirabe’s slender fingers paused on her phone screen before she slowly lifted her head. Her face was


    bathed in the soft glow of the car’s interior lights, softening the sharpness of her features. She


    responded with a soft “mm–hmm.”


    Summer’s eyes flickered with intrigue, finding Mirabe’s husky voice andid–back demeanor oddly


    captivating. Gathering herposure, Summer forced a smile and said. “I heard from my Mom that


    you’d sorted out your transfer when you left Grandma’s.”


    She emphasized the words ‘Mom‘ and ‘Grandma‘ just a tad, though it would take a keen ear to notice.


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    Mirabe’s lips curled into a half–smile as she nced at Summer. Her breath hitched, and she averted


    her gaze, avoiding eye contact and losing the casual tone of her voice. “Have you picked out a school


    yet? Do you need my dad’s help? I remember Mom mentioning your grades weren’t exactly…”


    “No need, I’ve already chosen a school” Mirabe interjected casually, cutting her off.*


    Summer was taken aback, the word “okay” sticking in her throat. After a moment, she forced–a stiff


    smile and asked, “Really? Which school?”


    Emmitt, who was driving, nced at the rearview mirror, surprised by the exchange. He wasn’t home


    often due to work but was aware that his parents had been fretting over which high school to transfer


    their mistakenly switched daughter to, as she had been raised in a small town. They were concerned


    about her poor academic performance and were reluctant to send her to an average public school. Yet,


    if they pulled strings to get her into a prestigious high school, they feared she might struggle to keep up


    and feel inferior.