"She''s stealing from her own roommate? Is she that desperate?"


    "I always knew there was something off about her. She''s such a loner. I guess she''s a thief, too."


    "Someone with such poor character shouldn''t be at this school. We need to report her and get her expelled."


    The whispers from the crowd outside grew louder.


    “Queena, you''re too kind, too easy to push around,” Luna dered. "Why are you begging someone like her? Let''s just search her things." Without waiting for a response, Luna marched over to Yvonne''s desk and started rummaging through it. In seconds, she pulled the "missing" diamond earrings from Yvonne''s pencil holder. The discovery was so quick, it was obvious she had nted them there herself.


    "My earrings!" Queena gasped, clutching them to her chest as if they were a long- lost treasure.


    "Caught red-handed, Yvonne! What do you have to say for yourself now?" Luna demanded righteously.


    Yvonne leaned against the wall, her arms crossed. The sheer


    ipetence of their acting almost made herugh. She pushed off the wall, walked over to Queena, and snatched the diamond earrings from her hand, putting them on herself. They glittered brightly, looking stunning against her skin.


    "Yvonne, what are you doing?" Luna shrieked, holding up her phone threateningly. "First theft, now robbery? Give those back to Queena, write a confession, and apologize. Otherwise, I''m calling the police. All of us here are witnesses."


    "Yvonne, we''re sisters. I don''t want to see you go to jail,” Queena said, ying the part of the magnanimous victim. "Just write a confession, and I''ll forgive you."


    Once she had a written confession, she would have leverage over Yvonne forever. It was a simple trick, one that might have worked on the naive Yvonne, but not on Yvonne.


    "Who''s your sister?" Yvonne scoffed.


    "I am the heiress of the Spencer family. You are the daughter of a housekeeper. You''ve been ying princess for so long you''ve actually started to believe it. Everything you wear, everything you own, belongs to my family Nothing here is yourst, You want to call the police? Ge


    ahead. Let theme and arrest you, the imposter, along with your baby-snatching parents!"


    Yvonne had been weak and


    insecure, always trying to please everyone. She never dared to im her identity as a Spencer, let alone expose Queena. As a result,


    everyone at school knew Queena as


    the celebrated Miss Spencer the darling of Nexus Media, while


    Yvonne was the isted,


    looked-down-upon nobody.


    "What''s going on? Isn''t Queena the Nexus Media heiress? What''s this about a housekeeper''s daughter?"


    “I heard a rumor a few years ago that the Spencer family''s daughter was switched at birth by a maid. I thought it was just gossip!"


    “So Queena really is an imposter? How dare she bully the real Spencer heiress? If I were her, I''d be dying of shame."