The Advanced International Relations classroom was packed with Ashwick’s most elite students—future diplomats, multinational corporate heirs, and political dynasty children who would someday negotiate treaties and trade agreements. Professor Williams stood at the front discussing the intricacies of European Union pharmaceutical regulation while Alexander sat in the front row, looking perfectly composed and attentive.
I stood in the doorway for a moment, letting my fury crystallize into something sharp and focused. Then I walked into the classroom without permission, my heels clicking against the marble floor with enough authority to make every head turn in my direction.
“Miss Virelli,” Professor Williams paused mid-sentence, clearly confused by my uninvited presence. “I believe you’re in
