Rewrite Her Thrilling Life (Lillian and Sebastian) novel Chapter 310

**The Billionaire’s Last Obsession series 310**

**Chapter 310: The English Contest Continues**

Eda turned her head sharply, her eyes locking onto Lillian with a look that was equal parts challenge and disdain.

Confidence radiated from Eda; she had always excelled in English, and this competition felt like her moment to shine. She envisioned herself completely overshadowing Lillian, forcing the girl to confront the undeniable chasm that lay between them.

The Maiden Healer? What a joke! In the grand scheme of Kingston’s elite, she was nothing but a blip on the radar.

As the teacher on the stage wrapped up his speech, he moved on to discuss the evening’s plans.

Due to the overnight stay at Brookstone High, the teachers had meticulously organized everyone into assigned dorms. Fate, however, had dealt Lillian a cruel hand; she found herself sharing a room with Eda and two other girls.

The rest of the afternoon was left open for leisure, with only one stipulation: they were not permitted to leave the campus grounds.

Upon entering their designated dorm room, Lillian was greeted by the sight of four bunk beds, each with a desk and closet tucked neatly underneath.

Eager to claim her spot, Lillian chose the bed nearest to the balcony, the fresh air and view enticing her.

The concept of living in a shared dorm was a curious experience for her. At her high school, the option for on-campus living had been available, but she had opted for the convenience of commuting. Now, the prospect of sharing a space with three other girls felt refreshingly new and slightly exhilarating.

Unsurprisingly, Eda gravitated toward the bed closest to the door, a move that required no explanation.

The other two girls were Brookstone students, and one of them, a girl with short hair, greeted them with a friendly smile. “Hi, I’m Isabelle. I’m from Brookstone High,” she said, her voice possessing a slightly raspy, androgynous quality. If one were to glance at her from behind, they might easily mistake her for a boy, but her delicate features told a different story.

The second girl, exuding striking and almost sultry beauty, chimed in with a warm smile. “I’m Celine; we go to the same school,” she said, gesturing towards Isabelle.

“Lillian,” she replied, offering a polite smile in return. “From Riverdale High.”

Eda, with a hint of disinterest, introduced herself in a clipped manner.

Celine nodded in agreement and began to unpack her belongings.

Lillian had brought only a small overnight bag, containing just a change of clothes and a few essentials.

“Wow, that dress is stunning!” Isabelle suddenly exclaimed, her eyes wide with admiration.

Eda was holding up a champagne-colored cocktail dress, its rhinestones glinting in the light like tiny stars. The bodice was elegantly trimmed with organza, and the skirt billowed out in soft, layered tulle; it was undeniably breathtaking.

“Is that the latest design?” Celine asked, curiosity evident in her raised brows.

With a smug smile, Eda replied, “Yes. My mom insisted this competition is too important for anything ordinary, so she had this custom-made for me.”

Isabelle’s expression shifted to one of envy. “Your mom is incredible! If it were my mom, she’d just say, ‘What’s the point of putting a tomboy like you in a dress? Total waste of fabric.’ Seriously, moms are just… different everywhere.”

Celine gave Isabelle a deliberate once-over, then smirked playfully. “Honestly, she’s not wrong. But if you looked like Lillian? I bet your mom would be buying you dresses by the dozen—any style you wanted, you’d have it.”