Chapter 11


    Anyway, they hadn’t settled on a school yet.


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    Emmitt’s eyes danced with curiosity as he observed his sister’s calm demeanor. Was she serious about


    having chosen a school?


    Mirabe shiftedzily in her seat, crossing her legs as she spoke with an indifferent tone, “Parkside


    High School.”


    At her words, a bemused expression quickly surfaced on Summer’s face. She turned her head to


    Mirabe, “Parkside High School? Like, the Parkside High School downtown?”


    Mirabe just hummed an affirmation, still nonchnt.


    Summer couldn’t help but feel like she’d just heard the world’s biggest joke. Auburn High School would


    have been believable, but Parkside High School? That was a stretch. Known as the city’s top–tier high


    school, nationally ranked in the top five, it was a breeding ground for the cream of the academic crop.


    The idea seemed ludicrous, considering Mirabe’s past performance required a generous donation to


    even get her into a decent local school. A snicker flickered in Summer’s eyes as she thought of her


    sister’s grand delusions.


    “The bar at Parkside High isn’t exactly low,” Summer said with a smirk.


    Emmitt, sensing his sister might be getting in over her head and wanting to save her from


    embarrassment in front of Summer, cleared his throat and interjected, “Let’s discuss the school


    situation with Mom and Dad back home before making any decisions.”


    Knowing that Emmitt was trying to give Mirabe an out, Summer dropped her gaze and decided not to


    pursue the topic any further. “If you need help, just say the word. My dad knows several principals


    around town. A quick call and you’re all set.”


    Emmitt reached out to tune the car stereo, casually acknowledging her offer with a nonmittal


    “yeah.”


    Mirabe’s fingers tapped rhythmically on her thigh as she gazed out of the car window, tooid–back


    to engage any further. Her eyes took in the cityscape outside–the hustle and bustle, the dazzling neon


    lights, and the colorful nightlife that underscored the city’s vibrancy, a far cry from some quaint


    backwater town.


    Before long, the car pulled into an older residentialplex. It was clear from the surroundings that it


    had seen better days. The Davis family owned a top–floor duplex in the building, an advantage of the


    older, low–rise architecture. Mr. and Mrs. Davis were already waiting at the door, exchanging nervous


    nces as they heard the elevator ding. Their eyes fixed eagerly on the elevator doors.


    Emmitt and Summer emerged first, followed by Mirabe.


    “Mom, Dad, we’ve got Mira back.” Summer announced sweetly.


    Delh barely nced at her before focusing all her attention on Mirabe, walking towards her with a


    mix of excitement and awkwardness.


    Summer’s smile stiffened momentarily as she realized she’d been tantly overlooked. Davis family


    wasn’t wealthy. but Summer was the cherished youngest daughter, a position now seemingly


    threatened by Mirabe’s return. Despite her disdain for such favoritism, Summer suppressed her


    irritation as something else crossed her mind. Delh approached Mirabe, her expression bing


    distant as she surveyed the girl who bore such a striking resemnce to herself. Her gaze shifted


    between Mirabe and Summer, emotions flooding her heart.


    Chapter 12