The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 126

Amelia didn't think too much about it and took Citrine's words at face value. "See, if you'd just decided this sooner, we could've been training together for weeks! But hey, it's not too late." The thought of the two of them competing side by side made Amelia giddy with excitement.

Citrine nodded. "Yeah, we'll head to the downtown stadium together that day."

The Havencrest Preparatory Academy's sports meet was being held right across from Havencrest Technical College, at the city's central stadium.

On Monday, since it was on the way, Citrine had her driver pick up Amelia from her house, and the two of them headed to the stadium together. It didn't take long before they arrived.

The sun was particularly harsh that day—bright and almost blinding. Citrine had ditched her jacket for a simple white crop tee and a pair of loose shorts, her slender, pale legs catching the sunlight. She drew more than a few admiring glances from the crowd of students milling around.

Even though her outfit was minimal, her beauty was impossible to ignore.

A group of guys walking by couldn't help but stare. One of them nudged his friend, eyes wide. "Dude, do you know her? She's gorgeous."

His friend took a look, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he shrugged it off. "Someone who looks like that? She's gotta be from Elegance Peak Academy. No way she'd give us Havencrest Tech guys the time of day. Trust me, don't get any ideas. Last time, we tried talking to one of them and just ended up as the punchline of their jokes."

The first guy grimaced, as if remembering something unpleasant. He shook his head, glancing at Citrine again. "Yeah, you're probably right. Still, what a waste—she's stunning, but she's from Elegance Peak."

Citrine, oblivious to their conversation, only heard Amelia's endless chatter in her ear.

All the way from the car, Amelia's gaze never left Citrine. She kept up a steady stream of commentary: "Citrine, you are seriously so pale. And honestly, I don't want to sound weird, but your figure is unreal."

She reached out, and after checking to make sure no one was watching, gave Citrine's leg a quick, admiring squeeze. "So smooth, too."

"Seriously, what flaw did God even give you? You're beautiful, smart, there's not a single thing wrong with you."