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

When Mirabella hit Michelle with that retort, you could see Michelle’s face flush a shade of ork that didn’t come from her blush palette. Then, in a flesh Mirabella wes waving a sheet of paper in the air like a magic wand, schooling Michelle on the ways of Laplace.“—and that’s the long and short of it, Michelle. You get all that?” Mirabelle’s voice had slowed to a creat reminiscent of a patient teacher explaining long division to a room full of wide–eyed third graders.

The explanation was so clear that even the folks hanging out in the livestream chat felt like they’d been enlightened in the span of a heartbeat

(Holy smokes, who were those trolls again saying the kid was just stirring the pot for attention? A high schooler schooling a college kid – if that’s not legit, I don’t know what is.) Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

[Do Heather and Michelle feel the burn yet?

(LOL, remember when Juztin’s little sis was about to toss that paper, and some folks just had to kick her while she was down? And now— well tak about a cringy moment

(Girl, she is slaying, live tutorial style. Bye, bye, bye to the scrubs.)

Michelle and Heather, blissfully unaware of the savage commentary flying through the chat, were left speechless until Hans and Gabriel ever the peacemakers, smoothly changed the subject and eased the tension.

At that moment, Heather and Michelle realized that Mirabella was not to be trifled with. Though fuming inside, they wisely chose not to poke the bear again.

Come dinner time, Mirabella, true to form, wasn’t joining the rest for a meal Just as she stepped out of the yard, a crew member from the production team approached her with an invitation to dine with them

backstage.

Mirabella pondered for a second and, seeing no harm, followed the staffer to the green room. There, Walker was distributing boxed meals when he spotted Mirabella. He gestured to the table, offering her a box that hadn’t been touched, “Grab a seat. Let’s eat together.” The offer came with an unexpected warmth.

The crew member cast a puzzled glance at Walker, who was known for his cool demeanor and eccentric ways. Why the sudden change of heart for the young lady?

“Thanks,” Mirabella replied, acknowledging the gesture with a nod and a polite smile as she removed her mask.

It was the first time Walker had seen her face clearly – beautiful and poised, the family

resemblance with Leo unmistakable.

“You’re wasting a pretty penny not being in show biz,” Walker commented after a moment’s

pause.

Mirabella’s eyebrows arched slightly. “You’re not the first to say so.”

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*Clearly, they’re people of taste,” Walker said, nodding solemnly.

A small smile played on Mirabella’s lips, but she said no more.

“Ever think about making an appearance on the show?” Walker inquired, looking up at her.

Mirabella shook her head without much deliberation, “No need. It would be too much of a hassle.” She paused, then added, “But you could consider reducing my screen time to the minimum.”

Hearing this, Walker’s expression became a mix of disbelief and intrigue. “Some people would kill for screen time, and you’re turning it down?”

“It’s not meaningful to me. I’m not part of the scene,” Mirabella said with a shrug, her honesty refreshing.

“What a shame!” Walker sighed. She had been a rock–solid presence on the show, sparking conversations left and right, yet had zero interest in the limelight.

Walker wasn’t one to push. “Alright, I got it,” he said, resigning himself to the fact. Maybe he’d just give Juztin a little extra screen time instead.

Mirabella bowed her head and continued her meal, the picture of tranquility amidst the backstage hustle.