Psychopath Girl The Mafia Boss's Daughter
First day of school
At 08:30 Julius and Julia arrive at Anthony High School. The place where they will study education. As usual Samuel himself drove them to the school parking lot. Samuel's initial heart-wrenching intention was to drive them to their respective dorms, but it was certainly soon rejected by Julius and Julia. The two of them are not children anymore who must be picked up when going to school. Samuel suppressed his intention. Day to day is not felt. In just a moment he saw two smart sweet children and now the children have grown into teenagers. Three more years they will graduate from this High School, then continue their education to the university level and finally work, find a partner, then form their own family. Their journey is still long, like a bird that is new to the world.
Julius and Julia split into their respective dormitories which were located in different buildings, but next to each other. Along the way to the room, all eyes were on them. Some whispered to each other as soon as they passed. There are also those who only catch a glimpse or do not glance at all. Julia doesn't care about it. He looked forward to the reaction of his roommate.
"I can't wait to see the look on my roommates' faces" said Julia.
Arriving at the door, he directly knocked on it, supposedly. No, Julia even entered just like that while greeting with an energetic swoop.
"Hello everything! I'm Julia!"
"YES ! !" the screams of the two girls in the room were her shocked crows.
"Oos... Ii'm sorry. I'm so happy to meet a new friend."
"I thought that was who," said the curly-haired girl.
"You almost got us a heart attack" the blonde girl continued. He still manages his breath.
"Hide... Excuse me. I just want to make a good impression."
"Your name was Julia?"
"Yes, Julia Francesca," said Julia mentioning her full name without a surname.
"What a good name. If my name is Febby," said the curly-haired girl introducing herself
"Meet me, I'm Wendy. I really like your clothes, very charming."
"Hm... I seem to have seen it on my desk" Febby took a closer look at Julia's black mini dress. "If it's not wrong this is from brend..."
"Haha... It's just as similar as possible," Julia cut off instantly. "I bought it at a regular clothing store."
"Look at Julia, don't be so humble. Want to be as high or as low as any degree of our family, between us remains the same, how?" Wendy covers Julia and Febby's shoulders.
"Again" replied Febby.
"That's what I want."
Geck! Geck! Geck!
The sound of the door being knocked but sounding so hesitant. That must be their other roommate. Each room contains four people. Julia pulled the door open.
"Ha, hello.." said a girl with round eyes.
"Oh, hi. You must be our roommate, too, right?" Julia immediately pulled the hand of the shy girl in. "My name is Julia, greetings."
"Ju-Julia?" the girl looked surprised to hear the name. He knew Julia.
"What's your name?" julia asked unconcernedly about the look on the surprised face of the girl in front of her.
The girl quickly dismissed his thoughts. Where might Julia from the Flors family choose a regular hostel. "My name is Nisa Pinkston" she said.
"Tu, wait a minute. You are Nisa? Nisa from the Pinkston family, one of the most influential families in the city," Wendy looked incredulous upon hearing the name of this shy girl.
"I, yes."
"Gee... I really can't believe I'm going to have a room with you" Wendy added cheerfully. He almost wanted to jump in his happy position.
"It's really amazing. I think you'd rather have a special hostel than a regular one" Febby said.
"Your family name was Pinkston, right? Does your family have a business in the capital, or something?" ask Julia. He himself had remembered the surname of Nisa. He felt that he had met the Pinkston family at an event but this was the first time he had met Nisa.
"Ep... I, yes. I have a few restaurants there. But, I heard that dad is one of the shareholders in the Flors company," explained Nisa.
"Oohs... Flors company," it took Julia a few seconds to wake up. He patted his own teardrop. "God, how could I forget? The Pinkston family is indeed one of the shareholders in the papa company. But why at the stockholders' banquet back then did I not see Nisa?"
"Great. Then your father knows Mr. Dong. Flors are known to be so tall?" ask Febby.
"I heard that the Flors have twins who are about the same age as us. If only he had one room with us. I can't imagine it."
"Your dreams are too far away, Wendy. Even if they go to school here, they won't choose a regular hostel. High-class people like them would definitely prefer a special dormitory."
"Not really. The proof is that I'm here" Julia said.
"Hey, hey. You don't think it's me, do you?"
"I just had a little doubt. Earlier you asked Nisa 'Does her family have any business in the capital or not?' Why ask like that?"
"What's wrong with asking like that? The Nisa family is literally one of the most influential families. It's only natural that I feel like I've heard his surname in the capital. I'm from the capital" Julia said, looking for an excuse.
"You're from the capital?"
"Yes. Just arrived yesterday."
"Well... It's impossible for Julia from the Flors to be one room with us."
"You're right, Febby. Young Miss of the Flors family who might want to hang out with us-we're this."
"If given one chance, I'd love to see the Flors."
"me too. The Flors family is mysterious and rarely exposed to the public. You're so lucky Nisa can meet them in person."
"Eum..." Febby approached Nisa and whispered. "By the way Nisa is, can you describe the appearance of Lord Flors' first son? How handsome is he?"
"I'm sorry, I haven't seen them in person yet" Nisa said.
"Oh... It's a pity" Febby looked disappointed.
"But what I do know, is that Mr.'s son's name. Flors is Julius, while his daughter is named Julia," explained Nisa while glancing at Julia who was beside him.
Febby and Wendy flinched backwards upon hearing that. They looked at Julia with shocked faces.
"Flame... Thankfully, Nisa hasn't seen my face. If not... My plan will definitely fail," Julia breathed a sigh of relief.
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