The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 191

A week slipped by in a blur, and the end-of-term results from Havencrest Preparatory Academy were finally posted.

Citrine logged onto the school's website to check her grades.

Total score: 749. First in her year. First in her class. Just like always—no surprises there.

She guessed the single point she'd lost was probably on her essay.

No sooner had she finished checking her grades than her phone buzzed. It was Travis, calling to invite her out to dinner.

Only when Citrine arrived did she realize it wasn't just the two of them. Amelia, Sylvan, Carney, and Springer were all there too, along with a crowd of students from Havencrest Technical College.

Citrine recognized most of them—they were regulars at the tutoring sessions she'd led for the college students.

Travis caught his sister's bewildered look and finally explained, "Citrine, we planned this dinner to thank you for all the time you spent tutoring us. Everyone's grades improved a ton this semester."

As he spoke, Travis ushered Citrine into the seat of honor at their table.

He'd gone all out and reserved the whole restaurant; aside from Citrine and Amelia, every table was filled with Havencrest Technical College students.

This dinner wasn't a last-minute idea—they'd been planning it since before finals. They'd picked today because the college results had just been released, and everyone was in high spirits.

Amelia, buzzing with excitement, leaned against Citrine's shoulder. "Citrine, thanks to you, I made it into the top thirty of my year! I honestly never thought I could pull off something like this." She'd locked herself in the bathroom and cried tears of joy when she saw her score.

Before the others could chime in, Travis puffed out his chest, looking for all the world like a puppy waiting for praise. "Citrine, I scored a five-forty this time. Top of the college!"

Citrine couldn't help but laugh as she ruffled his hair. "Great job, big brother."

"Wait, me too!" Sylvan squeezed in front, grinning. "I got a five-twenty. Made the honors cut! All because of you, Citrine."

Carney piped up, "I scored five-twenty as well."