Isabella looked at her impersonal expression, the light in her eyes slowly dimming.
"Sorry, Xanthea, I owe you an apology, a real one."
An apology? For wanting to surpass her in the entertainment industry, and for the lie about handing over those scandalous photos of Matthew and Miranda?
Initially, she did resent her, for playing her and almost causing her to hurt and miss out on Orion. But, she soon realized that missing Orion was an impossibility, and the one who really hurt Orion was herself all along.
On the contrary, she had subtly hinted at the true nature of Matthew and Miranda’s relationship.
And with that, she let it go. At most, she was just a bit too fond of imitating others, which was annoying.
"No need, it's not about you."
"Actually." Isabella said, slightly lowering her head and clutching the hem of her shirt, "back in middle school, I imitated you and competed with you because I had a crush on Samuel."
?!
Xanthea's eyebrows twitched, doubting her own ears for a moment before she finally understood.
Back in middle school, Samuel was the president of the student council, always in the spotlight during school events, known for his charm and flirting around. Half the girls in school secretly had a crush on him, so it was normal for her to like him.
But, she struggled to understand the logic. If she liked Samuel, shouldn't she also like everything associated with him, including her? Why compete and imitate her instead?
"At first, I didn't know you were his sister. I just saw that he ignored everyone but was exceptionally nice to you. I was envious and jealous, so I started imitating you, trying to get his attention. Later, I found out the truth, but,” she couldn't stop.
Her beautiful appearance, bright and genuine personality, innate charm and elegance - she admired it all, wanting to emulate her, surpass her, to be recognized by her as more than just a copycat, almost like an obsession.
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