The car glided smoothly through the city streets as Elena leaned back against the leather seat, the thick envelope resting open in her hands.
Page after page bore the unmistakable insignia of Cross Academy.
She read with care, already planning to complete every requirement tonight and submit the full set of documents to Giulia Moretti by tomorrow.
When she finished, she let the papers settle on her lap and closed her eyes.
She sat in the backseat. Up front, Song Yuqing occupied the passenger seat beside the driver, posture straight and alert as always. Simon had stayed behind at the penthouse, buried under a mountain of paperwork related to Elena's recent engagements. For once, the car was quiet.
Her emotions about Cross Academy were anything but.
To the world, Cross Academy was a myth wrapped in prestige.
A legendary institution for prodigies, hidden deep in the Swiss Alps, far from the reach of ordinary society.
