The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Upstairs.
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Mirabella, clutching her belongings, twisted the knob and pushed open the door
to the neighboring room.
With a flick of the switch on the wall, the sparse room layout — one bed, one desk
came into view, all cast in modern, minimalist decor and suffused with cool tones.
On the wall hung two framed certificates of achievement that caught her eye.
She set her things down gently on the desk and made her way over to the
certificates. Her curiosity was aroused by the recognitions they bore. One was for
the prestigious Norsen Prize in Medical Biology, a hallmark of excellence within
the medical community of the States, awarded triennially to individuals who
exhibited extraordinary talent in the medical field. The other was the Rasko
Medical Award, equally renowned on the international stage. Either accolade on
its own was a testament to the significant contributions the recipient had made to
medical science.
Mirabella hadn't expected that this brother of hers, whom she had never met,
was a medical prodigy. She noted the date on the awards — both from five years
ago. Nick would have been around twenty at that time?
Mirabella’s curiosity about this Nick intensified. It was a shame he was abroad.
Otherwise, it could have been an opportunity for an engaging exchange.
Shifting her focus, she drew the curtains closed, turned on the air conditioning,
and waited for the room to reach the desired temperature before she began
sorting through the heap of herbal ingredients on the desk.
Creating incense sticks wasn't particularly challenging, but the trick lay in
precisely calculating the amount and ratio of powdered sandalwood and
medicinal herbs. While not a professional incense maker, Mirabella had a natural
affinity for mixing fragrances and compounding medicines. Her ability to combine
several potent herbs without causing adverse reactions and her near—obsessive
precision in understanding and manipulating medicinal properties were nothing
short of extraordinary.
For her, concocting the composition for Incense of Calm was a walk in the park.
Two hours later, Mirabella set down her tools and gazed at the freshly molded
incense sticks on the cutting board, exhaling deeply. All that remained was for the
incense to dry out completely over the next couple of hours, signaling the
success of her endeavor.
She twisted her stiff neck and glanced down at her fingers smeared with incense
clay before heading to the washroom to clean up.,
After lingering in the room for another half-hour to ensure the incense was
problem-free, Mirabella finally opened the door to leave. No sooner had she
pulled the door shut than she saw Zach stumbling at the stairwell.
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Quickening her pace, Mirabella moved toward him. Her nose was immediately
assaulted by the pungent scent of alcohol. She frowned and hurriedly steadied
him.
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Zach, slightly inebriated but
conscious, beamed at Mirabella. His
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At the sound of “Mira,” Mirabella’s
support slackened, and Zach, caught
off guard, bumped into the wall. He
hissed in pain, catching himself
against the wall to prevent a fall.
When he turned his head, his glasses
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Zach, his mind muddled by alcohol, processed the words more slowly than usual.
“Oh, oh, no worries. My bad.”