Livia's emotions churned in her chest as she stood outside Mrs. Sheila's office. Her hands trembled slightly, and her heartbeat thundered in her ears. She took a deep breath to steady herself, brushing a stray lock of her unevenly cut hair away from her face. This was it, her last chance to escape the suffocating environment of the Royal Pack and start fresh somewhere else.
She knocked firmly on the door and waited for the familiar voice to beckon her inside.
"Come in," Mrs. Sheila called her tone brisk and businesslike.
Livia opened the door and stepped in, finding Mrs. Sheila was seated behind her large oak desk, meticulously sorting through a stack of papers. She looked up, her stern face betraying a flicker of surprise.
"Livia," she said, setting her pen down. "This is unexpected.
