Seraphina sat at her desk, her blue eyes cold as she scrolled through the academy's news channels, student forums, and the private networks where rumors thrived. The pictures she had so meticulously leaked were everywhere now. Her plan had worked—at least in terms of exposure.
And yet…
She clenched her jaw as she read through the comments, her fingers tightening against the edges of her smartwatch.
"Damn, Irina and Astron look good together."
"I didn't know they were that close. Kinda jealous."
"Irina seems so happy. When was the last time we saw her like this?"
"Matriarch Emberheart hasn't even said anything yet. If this was a problem, it would've been dealt with already."
Seraphina's grip on her smartwatch nearly cracked the device.
This wasn't how it was supposed to go.
