POV: Adriana
I sat on the edge of the bed, my heart feeling lighter than it had in weeks. For the first time since all this craziness started, I actually felt… happy. Darius was going to sponsor me.
One full year in school—fashion school. The House of Laurent. A chance to finally chase the dream I’d hidden away like some forgotten secret.
I traced my fingers over the soft sheets, smiling to myself. Tomorrow, I'll start sketching for my application. I’d already promised him—and myself—that I would give it everything. No matter what, I was going to prove that I deserved this opportunity.
But… Why had he insisted on that one condition?
My smile disappeared.
Adira. He had said she had to attend school with me. At first, I’d thought maybe he was joking, but no—he was dead serious. From
