Classic Novel
Chapter 95
In any typical scenario, a student being interviewed on a television program would exude modesty, answering the host’s queries with a tempered humility. So why was this particular student so audaciously blunt, her impatience almost palpable?
The surprising part was, the host doesn’t seem to be bothered by it. Indeed, beauty does seem to wield its own form of Justice.
Snapping back to the moment, the host offered a sheepish grin and chuckled, “Ha–ha, I suppose you’re quite confident about your performance, then. Well, we’re wishing you all the best and hope you can advance to the next round.”
“Thanks.” Mirabella breezed past them and headed out.
Watching her leave, the host muttered, “I wonder which school she’s from. Such a looker – she’d have legions of fans if she ever decided to join showbiz.”
As soon as Mirabella stepped outside, Delilah and Shawn, who had been waiting eagerly. spotted her instantly.
“Sweetheart, all done already? That was quick.” Delilah remarked, her eyes darting to the entrance to check if other students were exiting too. NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.
“Yep.” came Mirabella’s succinct reply. She knew she could have finished even sooner had she not been trying to maintain the appearance of a studious demeanor.
“How did it go?” Delilah asked, her maternal curiosity kicking in despite her confidence in her daughter’s abilities.
Mirabella arched an eyebrow playfully. “Piece of cake.”
“When do we find out the results?” Shawn interjected.
“Tomorrow morning at ten.”
Shawn nodded, committing the time to memory. “Let’s head off then. Your mom and I are taking you out for a feast to celebrate.” That was the plan they’d hatched while waiting outside.
Mirabella glanced at her parents. “But don’t the results come out tomorrow?”
Delilah beamed with pride. “My girl’s a genius. We don’t need the results to know she’s aced
it.”
Shawn shook his head with a smile. “Let’s continue this in the car, shall we?”
Soon, the family was on their way.
Not far off, Mandy, who had been sitting in her car the whole time, had witnessed everything
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from Mirabella’s exit to the family’s departure. The sight of Shawn’s old, beat–up Santana only deepened the sneer on her lips. Just as she expected the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
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Checking her watch, Mandy’s face, meticulously made up, betrayed a flicker of impatience. She instructed her chauffeur, “Go see why Summer is taking so long.”
“Right away, ma’am.”
About ten minutes later, Summer finally emerged and got into the car. Mandy’s voice, edged with reproach, hit her immediately, “What took you so long?”
Summer flinched slightly, picking up on Mandy’s impatience. With a soothing voice, she replied, “The questions were quite challenging this time, took me a bit longer. And then there was the TV crew interviewing, which held me up a little.”
At that, the sharpness in Mandy’s face softened, and a scornful smile crept onto her lips. Right, Mirabella only finished so quickly because she couldn’t understand those difficult questions.
“How do you think you did?” Mandy then asked.
“It was alright. Making it to the city finals shouldn’t be a problem,” Summer said nonchalantly, though her confidence in her results was crystal clear.
“Good, that’s what I expect. A daughter of the Gilbert family must outshine the rest, especially Mirabella!” Mandy huffed.
Summer’s gaze lingered outside the window, her eyes cool and detached, unnoticed by Mandy. She loathed being compared to Mirabella – it made her feel second–rate.