Transmigrated Into The True Heiress-Chapter 57: Questionable

"Come on, have a seat. Remember, you still have to brainstorm ideas so you won’t have to resort to stick figures. Forget about that trash," Eira said as she led Malia back to her seat and sat her down.

At her words, Malia glared at her, making Eira laugh. "Don’t worry, I was just kidding. There’s still time to decide on a theme."

As soon as she finished talking, they all heard Orla’s calm voice. "Don’t worry, I already decided on a theme." Then, she turned to Malia. "What do you think of Emotions?"

"Emotions?" Malia echoed, her brows knitting together in confusion.

Orla nodded, speaking slowly. "Yes, Emotions and Human Experience. Our theme will be Faces of Emotions—portraits that express a range of feelings."

"Ohh, I get it..." Malia nodded thoughtfully. Then, as if struck by inspiration, she spun toward her sister with an excessive smile. "That’s brilliant, Orla! You’re a genius!"

Eira also smiled, "It’s a fantastic idea. Right, Cyran?" She turned toward him, but the sight of his earphones in and his focused expression made her sigh.

"Never mind. So...who’s going to draw everything?"

Malia immediately pointed to Orla. "Her."

"Obviously," Orla replied dryly.

"Of course! I mean, I have zero artistic talent," Malia declared, jabbing both thumbs at herself before forming a dramatic X with her fingers. "None. That’s all you."

Orla rolled her eyes. "Everyone knows what you’re good at, though."

"Exactly!" Malia beamed. "Thank you—"

"...gossiping and creating drama out of thin air," Orla finished with a teasing smirk.

Malia gasped, clutching her chest as if deeply wounded. "Excuse me! I am an excellent conversationalist. There’s a difference."

Eira chuckled at their banter, shaking her head. "Well, I think it’s perfect. Orla, your idea has so much potential—faces expressing emotions are relatable and could even be the best idea for a theme if done right."

Orla’s calm eyes brightened slightly at the praise, though her voice remained even making Eira unsure if she had seen it right. "Thanks. I think it’ll be challenging but meaningful. Emotions are universal, yet everyone expresses them differently. Capturing that contrast will be interesting."

Malia grinned, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at her sister. "You’re so talented, Orla. Honestly, I’ll just be the hype woman and keep you company while you work your magic."

Orla shot her a dry look. "And distract me, no doubt."

"Of course! That’s part of the job description," Malia replied with a cheeky smile.

Eira went to Cyran’s side and leaned over to study his work, marveling at the way his rough sketch was evolving. The mirrored worlds were coming to life, the stark contrast between despair and hope nearly palpable.

"This is coming together so well," she said softly.

Cyran didn’t look up but acknowledged her with a faint smile. "Not bad for a rough start?"

"Not bad at all," Eira agreed, her gaze lingering on the bright world, a sense of warmth settling over her.

Meanwhile, Malia was already brainstorming aloud, her animated voice filling the room. "Okay, Orla, here’s what we’re gonna do. We’ll find a range of reference photos—people laughing, crying, screaming, whatever—and then you can start sketching. Oh! And we can use dramatic lighting for extra impact!"

Orla raised a brow. "We?"

"Yes, we. I’ll oversee the creative direction, obviously," Malia said with a wave of her hand.

Eira laughed. "Sounds like a good plan. Just don’t fight too much, or you’ll end up drawing your own faces of frustration."

Malia stuck out her tongue playfully, and Orla pushed her away.

The lively chatter was interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. A moment later, they heard voices outside the door.

"Hey, guys! I totally forgot! Did you know that Myra and Alan are engaged now?"

"Really? How do you know that, Ari?"

"Well, I saw it in her Instagram story. Myra posted a bunch of side shots, blurry photos of her and Alan, and a picture of a ring on her finger with a caption about how she can’t wait to become a Latham."

"Ugh! She is so over-the-top with everything."

"Honestly, who announces their engagement like that? Blurry photos and all? And Myra becoming a Latham—she acts like she’s marrying royalty."

One of them chuckled. "To her, Alan is everything. She always wanted him, even when she was engaged to her sister."

"She’s always been obsessed with Alan, even when she was engaged to her sister. Now that she’s got him, I can’t wait to see what happens next."

"Same. They deserve each other—a two-faced snake and a madly-in-love dummy," one of them added, and laughter trailed off as the voices disappeared down the hall.

Malia, who had been listening intently, turned to Eira with a wide grin. "Congrats on getting rid of the trash and being single again!" she announced, throwing her arms wide.

"Now, I’m going to take you to clubs and bars where you’ll meet rich, hot guys, and we’re going to have the time of our lives!" fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

AN: I wouldn’t say that, Malia. She’s going to be married soon :)

"No, thank you. Besides, you’re still underage. I don’t want to get arrested with you."

"Hey, come on!" Malia groaned in mock exasperation, throwing her head back. "Ephyra, you’re no fun! How am I supposed to help you rebound if you won’t let me drag you into questionable situations?"

Eira raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "Rebound? Malia, I just got out of an unfortunate engagement. The last thing I need is a rebound. What I need is peace."

Malia pouted, folding her arms. "Fine, fine. Be boring. But if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me. I have a list of eligible bachelors ready."

"More like questionable bachelors," Eira muttered, chuckling. "But I’ll keep that in mind—for when I lose all sense of reason."

Orla, who had been quietly drawing, turned to her sister. "Malia, why don’t you focus on helping me with the project instead of trying to play matchmaker?"

Malia turned to her sister with a dramatic sigh. "Fine. But I’m still convinced Ephyra needs some excitement in her life."

"I do not want your type of excitement, Malia. Thank you."

Just then, Cyran finally pulled out his earphones, his gaze flicking between them. "What did I miss?"

Malia’s eyes lit up. "Oh, just me planning Ephyra’s post-breakup glow-up tour. You in?"

Cyran blinked. "That’s... a thing?"

"It is now."

He chuckled. "Hard pass. But good luck."

"Traitor," Malia muttered, shooting him a mock glare before turning her attention back to Orla’s sketches. "Alright, serious mode activated. Let’s get some references for you, Orla."

The day passed in a blur of classes, lively conversations, and a lunch break filled with Malia’s animated storytelling and occasional bickering with Orla. After another round of lessons, the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day.

Eira, Cyran, Malia, and Orla walked out of the building together, their voices weaving through the hum of departing students. The late afternoon sun bathed the courtyard in a warm glow as they chatted on their way to the gates.

Eira’s phone buzzed in her pocket, pulling her attention away from the conversation. She pulled it out and glanced at the notification—a message from Jania.

Old Woman: I’m waiting outside your school to pick you up. There’s something important I need to discuss with you. Look for a dark blue Mercedes.

Eira’s brows furrowed as she read the message.

Looks like it’s very important, it must be something about her crazy boss. She thought, slipping her phone back into her pocket.