The early morning sun shine brightly as a set of luxury cars pulled up to the airport. Inside the largest car set Emily okocha, a soft spoken young woman with a calm demeanor. She had just returned from the United Stated, where she had spent most of her teenage years in boarding school.
Her billionaire father, Mr.okocha, had insisted she return home to be closer to n and enroll in Gracefield college, an elite school known for its prestige.
AS the car doors opened, Emily stepped out on simple jeans and a t-shirt. Her braided hair was neatly tried back, and she carried a small backpack. She noticed the stares from people nearby, drawn to the convey of high-end vehicles, but she didn't care. She was used to her father's wealth attracting attention, through she preferred a quieter life.
Her father greeter her warmly "welcome home,dear, " he said with a smile." I know Gracefield will be a good fit for you. Just focus on your studies and enjoy yourself.
"I' ll do my best. Dad.' Emily replied, hugging him.
Despite her father's insistent on comfort Emily had made up her mind about how she wanted to live, she planned to keep a low profile and avoid the spotlight that her family name always decided she would dress simple and ride a bicycle to school.
The next day, the gates of Gracefield college opened wide, welcoming students for the start of a new term.
The school was known for its wealthy students and high standards. Expensive cars rolled in, dropping off young men and woman. Among them was Emily. She arrived quietly, parking her bicycle wear ironed white shirt and carrying a simple bag, she walked pass her classmates, who barely noticed her. the few who did began whispering.
'Did she really ride a bicycle to school?" a girl asked.
" She must be poor, "another boy replied, laughing softly.
Emily ignored the comments. She knew what people would think of her simple appearance. Her father has always told her, you don't need to prove your worth with flashy things. Your character is your value, holding on those words, Emily walked calmly to her classroom.
Not long after a shink black SUV with tinted windows pulled into the school compound. Heads turned as the driver quickly stepped out and opened the door. Out come Sophia obie, dressed in a custom. Filled red shirt and carrying a designer bag. She wore shiny jewelry that sparkled in the morning sunlight, and her shoes clicked against the pavement as she walked.
The students nearby began to murmu.
"That must be her," one boy said
Excitedly " the billionaire's daughter."
" I heard she just came back from abroad," a girl added." Her family is supposed to be super rich. They ever donated a new building to the school!.
Sophia smile as she as she heard the whispers, she loved being the center of attention. She walked pass everyone with confidence, her head held high, and enter the school building.
In the classroom, Emily quietly took the seat near the back of girls who had already begun fawning over her.
"Your bag I'd do beautiful" one of them exclaimed. " Is it from Paris?"
"Yes", Sophia replied with a smile " my dad got it for me during our last trip. He said I needed something cute for school
The girls gasped, clearly impressed, Sophia leaned back to her chair, enjoying the attention. She loved hearing the rumors about her being the billionaire's daughter. She had no intention of correcting them ever if they weren't true.
Meanwhile, Emily focused on her notebook, Ignoring the chatter around her. But the whispers grow louder, she couldn't help but hear snippets of the conversation.
"She must be a daughter of the big donor everyone's talking about," one boy said, glancing at Sophia.
" Definitely,"another agreed.
" Looked at her. She's practically glowing with money.
Emily shook her head slightly, a small smile on her face.she wasn't botheref by the gossip. She has come to Gracefield to learn, not to complete for attendion. However, the students had already made their assumptions. to them Sophia was rich and glamorous heiress while Emily was just a simple girl who didn't belong in their world.