Chapter 62


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    “Ugh Xanthea sighed as she observed Isabe’s exasperated demeanor, reminiscent of their past.


    Both had attended the same high school, but their paths rarely crossed until a school dance


    competition ced them in direct rivalry. Xanthea had clinched the first prize, leaving Isabe with


    second ce. That sparked a relentless imitation spree from Isabe.


    Whatever Xanthea did, Isabe did too. If Xanthea joined the honors program, Isabe would switch to


    the honors as well. If Xanthea ran for student council


    so would Isabe. Xanthea chose science? Isabe did the same. Then came the singing contests,


    advanced cement, and even topping the ss–Isabe stopped at nothing, hiring a slew of tutors


    and sinking a fortune into extra lessons!


    Eventually, Isabe even started mimicking Xanthea’s style of dress, her way of speaking, and her


    personal likes, to the extent that their ssmates joked about them being a couple, much to Xanthea’s


    annoyance.


    Whenever they met, Xanthea would scornfully call her a “copycat,” but Isabe never ceased her


    mimicry. It wasn’t until after the SATS, when Xanthea scored the top citywide and got into Crestwood


    Hall Academy, that she finally managed to shake Isabe off her trail.


    What puzzled Xanthea was why Isabe, a childhood star with countless fans from her movie days,


    would ever feelpelled to imitate a rtively unknown like her. The one thing Isabe never copied,


    though, was Xanthea’s crush on Matthew.


    Back in her previous life, Matthew was Xanthea’s world. So when Isabe replicated every other aspect


    of her life, Xanthea confronted her furiously, asking if she was going to im Matthew too.


    Isabe had scoffed, iming she would never stoop so low, which, admittedly, was the one area


    where Isabe’s taste proved superior. “Rumor has it you’re about to get engaged?”


    “Word travels fast, huh?”


    Xanthea was puzzled at how Isabe, even after years apart, seemed to know her every move. Was


    she still observing and imitating her from afar?


    Isabe crossed her arms and chuckled sarcastically, as if watching a fool walk into a trap.


    “What’s so funny?”


    “I find it hrious that after all these years, your taste is still as poor as ever,” Isabe taunted.


    Xanthea bit her tony


    he couldn’t refute thatment.


    Isabe mistook her silence for indifference, which infuriated her even more. She swallowed the rest of


    her intended barbs, thinking vengefully, “Just you wait, Xanthea. You’ll regret this.”


    Suddenly, the dressing room door was kicked open with a loud bang, startling everyone. They turned to


    see Judy, the diva known for her tantrums, standing furiously at the entrance, nked by two


    stagehands trying desperately to calm her.


    The role has been decided. Director Hawthorne himself made the call. There’s no use causing a


    scene,” they pleaded.


    “Let go of me! I want to see who dares to steal my spot!”


    Isabe, spotting Judy’s rage, gleefully said to Xanthea, “She’s here for you.”


    Judy, notorious in the industry for her bratty behavior and powerful sponsors, usually had everyone


    cowering. But now, she was outmatched by Xanthea’s snagging the coveted role.


    As Judy saw the card on Xanthea’s makeup table, she burst into the room, her eyes burning with envy


    at the sight of Xanthea’s stunning reflection in the mirror.