Marsai:
Was this some kind of prank? Or maybe I’d fallen asleep and drifted into some weird dream. Aya, of all people, giving me a present?
Sure, she had apologized the other night, saying she wanted to make amends, but this? A gift? Right here, in front of everyone?
Aya must have noticed the confusion plastered all over my face because the next second, she placed the gift right on my desk. “Come on, Marsai,” she said with her tone as sweet as honey. “Don’t you want it? I just realized I never gave you anything to celebrate, so..consider this my way of saying congratulations.”
At her words, I could hear the chatter around us grow louder as other students leaned in, whispering and stealing curious glances our way.
They all knew Aya hated me. She’d badmouthed me for years, so this sudde
