{Regina}
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As we filed out of the auditorium, our steps crisp against the courtyard tiles, the chatter of students still clung to the air—Kathryn Morgan this, Regina Shaw that.
I could still hear it, even as we walked toward the Student Council office.
Their voices, their admiration, the way they had clapped when the vice-chancellor announced my name.
I had stood, smiled, and had waved.
And all the while, Elira sat in the crowd like a shadow, watching me bask in a light that would never belong to her.
The corner of my mouth curved up. My heart hummed with satisfaction, warm and delicious. 'Kathryn Morgan's legacy was mine to claim. It was my influence. My glory.'
No one cared about Elira. No one even knew.
That was the beauty of it. She could glare, she could sulk, and she could cry all she wanted. But what would she do?
Stand up in front of the entire school and announce the truth? That she was Kathryn Morgan's daughter?
