The Fake Heiress's Last Order

Synopsis

The year-end reunion was in full swing when the campus belle, Amelia Harper, made her grand entrance, fashionably late in that globally limited-edition "Starry Night" gown. She dangled a Porsche key in her hand, casually announcing, "This one's on me, everyone. Order whatever you like. After all, I'm the long-lost daughter of the Harper Group, recently welcomed back into the fold." A frenzy of flattery erupted around her. Only I, sitting in the corner, offered a cold smirk. Because that gown? It was an old piece I'd discarded at the dry cleaner's. That car key? A lighter model. And me? The real long-lost daughter of the Harper Group, currently enjoying my ribs in the corner. When the bill arrived, Amelia's face turned ashen. She excused herself to the restroom and didn't return for half an hour. A server, a burly man nearly six feet tall, blocked the exit. My classmates then pointed at me. "Susanna Grace, you were closest to Amelia back then. This meal is fifteen thousand dollars. You cover it for her, and she'll surely get you a cushy executive position later." I wiped my lips. "Sure. But she has to come beg me herself."