Jojo’s P.O.V.
I shifted nervously on the porch, my hand still tingling from pressing the doorbell. The faint sound of chimes echoed inside the house, and I took a quick breath, trying to steady myself. I hadn’t expected to feel this way—a little excited, a little anxious—but here I was. And moments later, the door creaked open.
There stood Lucy, one of my very own students, in all her regal glory. A glittering tiara rested slightly askew on her dark curls, and her pink princess gown shimmered under the porch light.
“Miss Evans!” she beamed, eyes wide with surprise and delight. But I also noticed something else—a faint shimmer in Lucy’s eyes that had nothing to do with the sequins on her dress. That subtle redness around her eyelids, the quick way she blinked—it was one of those things
