(Michelle POV)
The Monday sunlight poured through the glass windows of the classroom of our Environmental Science class, catching faint motes of dust that danced lazily in the air.
It should've been an ordinary day.
Except there was a new desk occupied near the middle row — and the girl sitting there could've been mistaken for a poster model for poise.
Jasmine Yu.
I'd seen her at the gala, of course. But seeing her here — in her newest season Chanel dress, notebooks stacked neatly, hair tied with a ribbon that probably cost more than my entire bag — was different.
She didn't look out of place. In fact, she blended into University A like she had always belonged here.
Lara, beside me, leaned closer. "Is it just me, or does she glow? Like… literally glow."
I smiled faintly. "Maybe her skincare has its own gravitational field."
Andy snorted from the other side. "Careful. Vince might start orbiting her soon."
We laughed quietly, and for a moment, things felt normal again.
