The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 316

“Hmm?”

Shirley looked at Charlotte, waiting for a reaction. But Charlotte just glanced down, her face calm and unreadable. Shirley’s heart skipped a beat.

What if her injured hand really messed up her test?

Biting her lip, Shirley scooted closer and nudged her chin against Charlotte’s shoulder, trying to cheer her up. “Hey, Charlotte, my grandma made bread today and told me to bring you some.”

Maybe this would help her feel better.

“Really?” Charlotte’s eyes flickered up, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

“Yeah, really.” Without wasting a second, Shirley dug into her backpack and pulled out a warm, fragrant loaf, handing it over. “Grandma said if you like it, she’ll make more next time.”

Charlotte took a bite. The bread was soft and chewy, its rich aroma filling her mouth. It tasted almost exactly like the bread her own grandma used to make back in Lamplighter Village.

It felt like home.

“How’d you do on the test?” Charlotte’s voice was casual as she started walking again.

Shirley breathed a quiet sigh of relief when she finally saw her friend smile. She shot a glare at Olivia—who was always showing off—then hurried to catch up, muttering, “I filled in all the answers, but I have no idea if any of them are right.”

She was aiming for at least a 680. To get into The Cabinda University’s physics department and study with Mr. Lane, she needed a top score. But some of those questions had been tough.

“But you know what?” Shirley’s eyes lit up suddenly. “Charlotte, your predictions were spot on this time.”

Thank goodness she’d reviewed the questions Charlotte suggested.

Charlotte’s lips quirked up. She reached out and gave Shirley’s cheek a gentle squeeze, her expression soft.

The music was really good. Kenneth was more talented than she thought.

A few classmates kept staring at Charlotte, frowning when they saw her watching a movie at a time like this.

“Last time, Charlotte got first in the whole school for physics. I wonder how she did this time,” someone whispered.

“I heard from a girl in her test room that she kept zoning out during the exam. On the last afternoon, during the English test, she almost fell asleep.” The speaker’s eyes went wide in shock. “The proctor had to wake her up, and then she just started bubbling in random answers.”

Anyone could tell from her attitude toward English that she had a serious weak spot.

And she had to take the exams with an injured hand. Who knew if she even finished the papers, let alone scored high.

“She and Olivia are sisters, right?” another girl said, leaning on her hand and glancing over at Charlotte with pity. “If my sister got into The Cabinda University and I totally bombed, I’d be mortified.”