#Chapter 232 – Chem Class
I sit back in my chair, staring at her, suddenly seeing the logic of this.
My entire life, I’ve been the perfect princess. And I never, ever considered that what I was doing could be use as a smoke screen for a second identity underneath – one that’s been secretly growing since the moment I entered the Academy and which Faiza is here to help me grow.
“That’s right,” Faiza says, her smile growing as mine does. “You’re the perfect sleeper agent, Ariel Sinclair. And I’m going to have so much fun teaching you everything you need to know.”
I grin at Faiza, wrinkling my nose. “I’m so excited. Can we start now?”
Faiza laughs and then groans, tilting her head back and covering her eyes. “Oh my god, that little nose wrinkle. God, I couldn’t even teach you that! This is going to be so great.”
I laugh, leaning back in my chair, suddenly pleased that my years of being a bubblegum sparkle princess are apparently about to pay off big time.
“Okay,” Faiza says, sitting up more properly i

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