She Lost Her Spot. I Lost My Patience

"What nonsense are you talking about?" my dad, Tristan Keaton, scoffed over the phone. "Are you trying to mess with me again, Aster? When have I ever fathered any other daughters besides you and Aubrey?"

My suspicion faded away the moment he denied it.

After all, Tristan was well known in Centuria's elite circle as the perfect husband. He loved my mother, Christine Keller, very deeply throughout their 30 years of marriage. Others often referred to him as a prime example of what a husband should be like.

Though news of husbands having mistresses on the side was constantly erupting throughout the circle, everyone was certain Tristan would never do that to Christine.

"You better not be lying," I scoffed before hanging up the call. I then looked up at the girl with her shocking pink hair.

She had smoky makeup on and wore countless designer-branded items. She looked incredibly tacky for a rich kid.

I quelled my rage and asked politely, "Did you just say you're from Centuria's Keaton family?"

"Another one? Is this your backup, Aubrey Keller?" The girl sneered. "Yes, I'm the heiress to the Keaton family from Centuria. The name's Ophelia Keaton! Why? Do you have something to say about it?

"Oh, I know. You two are trying to get in my good books. Well, you're too late! No other families in Centuria by the name of Keaton are fit to be part of the social upperclass besides us, losers!"

Ophelia then turned to Aubrey and hissed out, "So what if you have good grades? So what if you spent the whole year preparing for this program? One word from my father and all your effort will go to waste!"

Aubrey lowered her head, knuckles turning white as she clenched them. I immediately understood something upon seeing Aubrey's reaction. This Ophelia Keaton girl must've constantly bullied Aubrey here at the university.

Christine was never one to flaunt her influence and had always hoped Aubrey and I could make a name for ourselves. That was why Aubrey and I never revealed our true identities to the world.

Aubrey was more introverted than I am and worked hard in her academics. Who knew people would treat this as her weakness and take advantage of it?

I pulled Aubrey behind me before turning to Ophelia again. My tone was cold as I said, "If I recall, all applications for the student exchange program have already been submitted and should've been approved by the university. Isn't it against the rules to swap the students now?"

"Rules?" Ophelia sneered.

She took out a stack of papers from her bag and waved them delightfully in my face. "You mean this? Aubrey's application forms? Sorry, but I snatched them away before she could turn them in."