Done Hiding as Your Backup Plaything I'm Shining Golden as a Queen - Chapter 32: Chapter 32
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The afternoon after our SAT exams finished, Mom left work early to pick up Rosalia and me.
"Mom, it's literally boiling out here," Rosalia complained, somehow making it sound adorable instead of whiny.
Mom smiled. "Well, I'm taking my girls out for a proper celebration dinner."
"You're the best!" Rosalia squealed, instantly claiming shotgun while I slid into the back seat without a word.
With the AC cranked to max, I stared out the window at the flood of students, all looking like they'd just been released from a year-long sentence.
I've always been the quiet type, nothing like my sister's loud, bubbly personality.
Mom and Rosalia chatted away up front.
"How'd the test go?"
"Totally aced it," Rosalia replied, practically glowing with confidence.
"That's my superstar." Mom beamed at her, then asked almost as an afterthought, "What about you, Liana?"
"Liana will at least get into community college, right?" Rosalia turned back to look at me.
I fidgeted with my jeans and gave a casual "Yeah, sure."
Rosalia was STEM all the way. Beautiful, killer pianist and violinist, perpetually in the top three of our class at Minnetonka High.
With all these achievements in her pocket, she'd become Minnetonka's golden girl, constantly name-dropped by teachers and students alike.
People on pedestals don't exactly make a habit of looking down.
Which is why she still saw me as the same sophomore-year Liana who barely scraped Cs and teared up over every little thing.
She had zero clue how hard I'd been grinding these past two years.
Mom sighed. "Community college is fine too. You're good at humanities anyway. Just work hard enough to land some community service job after graduation."
"Mom, where are we eating?" Rosalia quickly changed the subject.
"Our usual spot," Mom replied, checking the traffic light. "Jessica will be there too. You should definitely ask her for college application advice—her son goes to UCLA, remember?"
My breath caught in my throat.
Outside, the Minneapolis sunset blazed across the sky, like spilled orange soda.
I heard Rosalia ask with fake casualness, "So... will Jax be there too?"
"He's home for summer break," Mom said, pulling into traffic. "It's crazy how that boy glo'd up."
"Mom, it's literally boiling out here," Rosalia complained, somehow making it sound adorable instead of whiny.
Mom smiled. "Well, I'm taking my girls out for a proper celebration dinner."
"You're the best!" Rosalia squealed, instantly claiming shotgun while I slid into the back seat without a word.
With the AC cranked to max, I stared out the window at the flood of students, all looking like they'd just been released from a year-long sentence.
I've always been the quiet type, nothing like my sister's loud, bubbly personality.
Mom and Rosalia chatted away up front.
"How'd the test go?"
"Totally aced it," Rosalia replied, practically glowing with confidence.
"That's my superstar." Mom beamed at her, then asked almost as an afterthought, "What about you, Liana?"
"Liana will at least get into community college, right?" Rosalia turned back to look at me.
I fidgeted with my jeans and gave a casual "Yeah, sure."
Rosalia was STEM all the way. Beautiful, killer pianist and violinist, perpetually in the top three of our class at Minnetonka High.
With all these achievements in her pocket, she'd become Minnetonka's golden girl, constantly name-dropped by teachers and students alike.
People on pedestals don't exactly make a habit of looking down.
Which is why she still saw me as the same sophomore-year Liana who barely scraped Cs and teared up over every little thing.
She had zero clue how hard I'd been grinding these past two years.
Mom sighed. "Community college is fine too. You're good at humanities anyway. Just work hard enough to land some community service job after graduation."
"Mom, where are we eating?" Rosalia quickly changed the subject.
"Our usual spot," Mom replied, checking the traffic light. "Jessica will be there too. You should definitely ask her for college application advice—her son goes to UCLA, remember?"
My breath caught in my throat.
Outside, the Minneapolis sunset blazed across the sky, like spilled orange soda.
I heard Rosalia ask with fake casualness, "So... will Jax be there too?"
"He's home for summer break," Mom said, pulling into traffic. "It's crazy how that boy glo'd up."
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