My parents were delighted and immediately spent a lot of money to enroll her in various tutoring classes, trying to make up for all the years they owed her.
I didn't know about her learning progress. Anyway, she quickly showed her achievements to them.
She showed them a bunch of certificates, including Grade 10 in piano, Grade 9 in traditional painting, and Grade 8 in ballet...
Her teachers praised her.
Harley had a proud smile on her face and walked past me complacently.
I watched the scene in silence.
As someone who actually had those certificates, I could tell at a glance that Harley's certificates were fake. It was some lousy forgeries she brought online. She could buy 10 for 10 dollars, and the price even came with free shipping.
But my usually shrewd parents, blinded by their favoritism, couldn't see anything unusual at all and kept praising Harley, who had fooled them.
I was invited as a judge for a calligraphy appreciation event.
And I saw Harley in the contestant's seat.
I had always been groomed as the heir of the Hersey Group, and calligraphy was one of my few hobbies.
Unfortunately, whenever I liked something, Harley had to imitate me.
Everyone knew that we were sisters. Before the competition, a reporter came to interview me.
The reporter asked, "Miss Hersey, do you have anything to say about your sister participating in the competition?"
I said, "Not really, because I don't know about an amateur's strength. I wish her success."
The reporter asked, "When was the last time you lied?"
I said, "Just now."
Leaving the speechless reporter behind, I confidently entered the venue.
3
As a judge, I could see everyone's entries.
As I was preparing to go in and score, a man wearing a hat came out urgently, clutching his stomach.
I glanced at him and walked into the room with the entries.
When I saw Harley's work, I knew why she was so high-profile.
Unfortunately, she didn't know that an empty shell with only appearance would only make her fall harder.
"Miss Hersey, do you have any questions?"
The staff couldn't help but be curious when she saw me holding Harley's painting.
I raised an eyebrow, smiled meaningfully, patted her shoulder, and said, "Just wait. There will be a great show later."
In order to ensure the fairness of the competition, the judges scored the works in public.