Chapter 310
Chapter 310 The English Contest Continues
Eda turned her head and shot Lillian a look of open provocation.
She’d always been confident in her English; she was certain that in this competition, she’d crush Lillian completely, forcing her to see the vast gulf between them.
The Maiden Healer? So what? Compared to the daughters of Kingston’s elite, she’s nothing.
After the teacher on stage finished speaking, he moved on to explain the evening’s
arrangements.
Since they were required to stay overnight at Brookstone High, the teachers had divided everyone into assigned dorms. By sheer bad luck, Lillian ended up in the same room as Eda, along with two other girls.
The rest of the afternoon was left open for free time; the only rule was that they weren’t allowed to leave the campus.
When they arrived at their assigned dorm room, there were four bunk beds inside-desks and closets beneath, beds above.
Lillian picked the spot closest to the balcony.
The idea of living in a shared dorm was strangely novel to her. Her high school had offered the option of living on campus, but to avoid unnecessary hassle, she’d chosen to commute instead; now, actually sharing a space with three other girls felt oddly new and a little exciting.
Eda, unsurprisingly, took the bed closest to the door-no need to ask why.
The other two girls were students at Brookstone.
A girl with short hair smiled as she introduced herself. “Hi, I’m Isabelle. I’m from Brookstone High.” Her voice had a slightly raspy, androgynous edge; if not for her delicate features, anyone seeing her from the back might have mistaken her for a boy.
The other girl, with striking, almost sultry looks, followed up with a warm smile. “I’m Celine; we’re in the same school,” she said, gesturing toward Isabelle.
“Lillian,” she replied with a polite smile. “Riverdale High p>
Eda offered a brief, disinterested introduction as well.
Isabelle’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Oh, I know you! You’re the one who played violin at Riverdale High’s anniversary celebration! You have no idea how crazy your video went at our school; everyone was talking about it, and we were even planning a group trip to Solara just to
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see if you were really as pretty in person as you looked online.
“But now that I’ve met you…” Her grin widened. “You’re even prettier in real life p>
Celine rolled her eyes and teased, “Alright, calm down before you scare her off. You know how you get. Maybe save some of that excitement for tomorrow’s competition p>
Then, turning to Lillian with a friendlier smile, she added, “Don’t mind her; that’s just how Isabelle is. But she’s not wrong, you really are even more beautiful than in the video p>
Their blunt compliments made Lillian flush slightly. Isabelle’s personality, she realized, reminded her a bit of Natalie-open, straightforward, always chattering away without a care in the world.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
Eda, watching the cheerful exchange, turned sharply and retreated to her bed. Of course, she remembered that school anniversary; she could’ve been the star of the night, but instead, Lillian had stolen the spotlight and left her humiliated. The memory still made her seethe.
Her abrupt movement cast a chill over the room, momentarily halting the conversation.
Isabelle, sensing the tension, gave an awkward laugh. “Anyway, we can chat more later. We should probably get ready for tomorrow-big day ahead p>
Celine nodded and began unpacking her things.
Lillian had only brought a small overnight bag—just a change of clothes and a few basic essentials.
“Wow, that dress is gorgeous!” Isabelle suddenly exclaimed.
Eda was holding up a champagne-colored cocktail dress, its rhinestones catching the light in a sparkling shimmer. The bodice was delicately trimmed with organza, the skirt puffed out in soft, layered tulle; it was undeniably stunning.
“Is that the latest design?” Celine asked, her brows lifting in curiosity.
With a smug little smile, Eda said, “Yes. My mom insisted this competition is too important for anything ordinary, so she had this custom-made for me p>
Isabelle’s eyes
filled with envy. “Your mom’s amazing. If it were my mom, she’d just say, ‘What’s the point of putting a tomboy like you in a dress? Total waste of fabric. Seriously, moms are just… different everywhere p>
Celine
gave Isabelle a deliberate once-over, then smirked. “Honestly, she’s not wrong. But if you looked like Lillian? I bet your mom would be buying you dresses by the dozen-any style
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you want, you’d have it p>
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