Classic Novel
Chapter 470
Vincent slid an embossed, gold–trimmed Invitation across the table, catching Mirabella’s gaze before she picked it up.
“Grandpa Knox is celebrating his birthday tomorrow, and he’d like you to join us for dinner,” Vincent said in a measured tone, revealing the true purpose of his visit to Mirabella.
Mirabella was slightly
aback that Knox would include her in his birthday plans, considering their limited interactions. After a brief
pause, she set the own and replied, “I’ll need to check in with my folks first.”
Her response was neither a yes nor a direct refusal.
Vincent nodded in understanding, “Of course.” After a moment’s hesitation, he added, “My grandpa really hopes you can make it.” With that, Vincent didn’t linger any longer and promptly made his exit through the back door.
Jenna, who had been scribbling notes nearby, leaned in with a curious look towards the gilded card on the table and teased, “So, Queen Mira, you and Vincent are chummy enough that family invites are flying your way?”
Mirabella gave Jenna a sidelong glance. “What’s with the insinuation?”
“Just genuinely curious,” Jenna coughed. “Why would his granddad invite you to a birthday bash?”
“Must be my irresistible charm,” Mirabella quipped, a smug expression painting her face.
Jenna rolled her eyes in silence.
Mirabella grabbed the pile of test papers from the table and casually flipped through them before handing them over to Jenna. “You might want to give these math challenge problems a shot,”
Jenna was still traumatized by the unfinished assignment shoved on her the last time, and vehemently shook her head. “No way, those are divine gifts from the math gods are meant for you. I can’t indulge in such sacrilege.” The mere sight of test papers made her hands tremble.
“They’re no use to me, but right up your alley,” Mirabella said nonchalantly, pausing for a beat before adding, “Remember, you’re aiming for Radiant Ridge College. If you’re not busting your hump now, when will you?“,
Jenna rolled her eyes. ‘Could it be that you’re just offloading these on me because you don’t want to do them yourself?‘
Patting Jenna’s shoulder, Mirabella turned her attention back to her own work and picked up her pen, resuming her scribbling on a draft
paper.
Jenna gazed at the five fresh sets of math papers on the desk, deflated like a punctured balloon, and slumped over the desk in despair. Why did she have to end up with such a sadistic friend?
With a deep sigh, Jenna picked up her pen again and resigned herself to grinding through the papers. After solving a couple of problems, a thought struck her, and she set the pen down to fish out her phone.
and she sets
“Queen Mira, I’ve got someone I think you should meet.” Jenna pulled up a hard–won photo from her album and held the phone up for Mirabella to see.
Mirabella lifted her gaze, briefly scanning the phone’s screen.
The photo showed a man’s profile, sharp and likely handsome, dressed in casual black attire that exuded a sense of composure and ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .
restraint.
Jenna’s voice tinged with excitement. “What do you think? He’s quite a catch, isn’t he?”
“And?” Mirabella drawled disinterestedly.
“That’s my cousin, twenty–four and currently unattached,” Jenna batted her eyelashes, emphasizing the ‘currently unattached‘ as if it were a selling point.
Mirabella gave Jenna a knowing look, cutting through the pretense, “Honey, are you trying to set me up on a date?”