Three months before the college entrance exams, the real heiress is coming home. That's when I learned I'd been the fake heiress all along, occupying the real heiress's place. A fake heiress ought to have some self-awareness, after all. So, on the day the aloof real heiress returned, I planned to slip away quietly and not get in the way of their family reunion. Who could have guessed that the moment she got home, she would head straight for me, then start rummaging in her schoolbag? Alarm bells went off in my head: What are you doing? Don't tell me she's going to take me down with her because I stole her parents! But then she pulled out several exam papers. “Come on, we don't have much time. Let's start with a math diagnostic test, then we'll tailor our approach to your results.”
