"You can be yourself until the engagement."
"Thought you want cousin to take my place was Josephine would be engaged to Jason."
"Yes but right now Josephine will be receiving the same education that you have been receiving since your childhood, remember Guinevere everything you wear and have is borrowed. But you and Beatrice would switch places in the engagement in a month a day from now. I will hide Josephine as much as I can until she is able to mimic you. Just until my daughter is ready do you understand. The spot for the Royal Elite Academy the last year of high school it will go to her," Grace said. Josephine would grasp the position as a noble lady quicker than this fake red head thing. Hehe you better teach quick than Mrs. Blackwater because she will be the one to be engaged to the crown prince.
"That being said you will help with her study."
"Excuse me? I refuse," Guinevere said.
"Guinevere! I put up with your birth parents bullying me precious your brothers as well while she was as forced to work hard! You must pay up!" Grace snapped coldly.
"Hehe everything I worked hard for is about to be taken away by either your little niece or your dear daughter please tell me will be able to be me? Because there is only one Guinevere Florence Hewsworth that's right my last name will change into mh biological parents last name."
"How dare you talk back to me, I will send Josephine and her teacher to your villa tomorrow."
"Forgive me mother," Guinevere said hold it on hold it in order for her perfect revenge she must hold this in.
The next day, Guinevere found herself seated at the large oak desk in her study, a stack of textbooks and notebooks piled before her. She stared at the door, her expression unreadable as she waited for Josephine and her tutor to arrive.
When the knock finally came, Guinevere called out, "Enter."
The door swung open to reveal Josephine, dressed impeccably in a designer dress and heels. Behind her stood an older woman with stern features and sharp eyes.
"This is Mrs. Harrington," Josephine said with a smug smile.
"My tutor. She's going to help me catch up to your level."
Guinevere stood, her movements graceful and controlled.
"Mrs. Harrington," she acknowledged with a nod.
"And Josephine."
She turned to the younger girl, her gaze piercing.
"I trust you're ready to learn?"
Josephine's smile faltered slightly under Guinevere's intense stare.
"Of course," she replied, trying to sound confident.
Mrs. Harrington cleared her throat, stepping forward.
"Let's begin then," she said briskly.
"We'll start with history. Josephine, please take a seat."
Josephine sat down across from Guinevere, her posture perfect as she opened her textbook. Mrs. Harrington began to lecture, her voice sharp and demanding.
Guinevere listened intently, occasionally interjecting with a correction or additional insight. Josephine struggled to keep up, her brow furrowing in concentration.
As the lesson progressed, Guinevere couldn't help but notice the way Josephine's eyes flicked to her constantly, as if trying to gauge her reactions and thoughts.
"You're falling behind," Guinevere remarked coolly when Mrs. Harrington paused for a question.
Josephine bristled at the criticism.
"I'm doing my best," she snapped.
"Well, your best isn't good enough," Guinevere replied calmly.
"It's simple really. Either you listen and learn, or you fail. The choice is yours."
Josephine's face flushed with anger, but she bit back a retort, focusing instead on her textbook.
Guinevere felt a small sense of satisfaction at Josephine's frustration.
"Mother said you must teach me if I tell her that you didn't she will…" Josephine said with a smile. Guinevere smirked as she looked at Josephine.
"Go ahead."
Josephine's smile faltered, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. She hadn't expected Guinevere to call her bluff so easily.
"You wouldn't," she said, trying to sound confident.
Guinevere leaned back in her chair, a cold smile playing on her lips.
"Try me," she challenged.
"If you think for a second that I'm afraid of your mother's threats, you're mistaken. I've faced far worse than anything she could throw at me."
Josephine swallowed hard, realizing she had underestimated Guinevere. The girl across from her was not someone to be trifled with.
Mrs. Harrington cleared her throat uncomfortably, trying to diffuse the tense atmosphere.
"Perhaps we should continue with the lesson," she suggested.
Guinevere nodded, her gaze never leaving Josephine's face.
"Yes, let's," she agreed smoothly.
A week later Guinevere found Josephine so annoying then in her past life not only did she suck in classes as usual but she was good in swordsmanship and horsing riding. After riding a horse Guinevere saw Hannah who held out an invention card from Penelope. Josephine was so jealous she clenched her teeth.
"What's that?" Josephine asked, trying to sound casual as she eyed the card in Hannah's hand.
Guinevere glanced at the card, recognizing Penelope's elegant handwriting. She smiled slightly, tucking the card into her pocket.
"A personal matter," she replied dismissively.
Josephine's jealousy flared, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. She hated how effortlessly Guinevere commanded respect and admiration from everyone around them.
"You're always so secretive," Josephine snapped.
"It's annoying."
Guinevere turned to face Josephine fully, her expression unreadable. The air between them seemed to crackle with tension.
"And you're always so... predictable," Guinevere countered softly.
Josephine bristled at the insult, her cheeks flushing with anger.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she demanded.
Guinevere leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"It means that I see right through you, Josephine. Your petty jealousy and insecurity are as clear as day. It's almost... pathetic."
With that, Guinevere turned on her heel and walked away, leaving a seething Josephine behind. Josephine threw a tantrum when she got home and cried Grace her older brother and father. Grace will handle this.
Guinevere was having a full body massage the door slammed open she knew it was her adoptive mother.
"Mother," Guinevere said.
Smack.
"Remember your place you fake!" Grace shouted at her and pointed at her.
"How dare you bully my precious daughter! Guinevere don't forget that you are a fake! Remember that after a month you will return back to the slums where you biological family is!" Grace said. Guinevere touched her cheek and she smiled.
"Mother careful, would want me to tell people you hit me? What if the crown prince saw this,"Guinevere said.