The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress (Citrine) novel Chapter 290

She was always quick on her feet. After washing up, Citrine finished her skincare routine in record time—toner, moisturizer, done.

“Dang, Citrine, you’re fast!” Ingrid stared at her in disbelief.

Then she asked, “Hey, it’s the first day. Don’t you want to put on some makeup?”

“Forget it, I’m too tired.” Citrine was still half-asleep. Before Ingrid had even finished, Citrine climbed right back into bed, pulling the covers up. “Nope. I need a few more minutes. Wake me up when you guys are done.”

“No problem.” Ingrid flashed her an OK sign, seeing how sleepy she looked.

Then she turned to Jane and Lisa, full of determination. “It’s our first day of boot camp, girls. We absolutely have to look amazing. Let’s be the best-looking ones out there.”

“Absolutely,” Jane and Lisa chimed in together.

Ten minutes ticked by…

Then twenty…

Then thirty…

Suddenly, the blaring sound of the school intercom shattered the peace.

“First-year medical students Citrine Carmichael and Jane, please report downstairs immediately.”

“First-year literature students Ingrid and Lisa, please report downstairs immediately.”

The announcement was piped directly into the girls’ dormitory, and the volume was deafening.

Jolted awake by the booming voice, Citrine shot upright in bed, all traces of sleep gone. She scrambled out of bed in a panic.

Ingrid, halfway through applying her false lashes, watched helplessly as one fluttered dramatically to the floor.

She glanced at her phone and squeaked, “Oh no! It’s six thirty!”