Before I could process Alexander's revelation about his family's housing crisis monitoring, Julian appeared in my doorway with his usual theatrical timing.
"Isabella, darling," he said, strolling in like he owned the place, "I just heard the most delicious gossip about anonymous pharmaceutical donations saving struggling students from academic suspension."
"How does everyone know about this already?"
"Because large monetary transfers at elite institutions trigger multiple alert systems, and people who monitor those systems talk to other people who find such information interesting." Julian settled onto Roni's bed with obvious satisfaction. "I told everyone you weren't just decorative, Princess. This proves it beautifully."
"I wasn't trying to prove anything. I was just helping someone
