After the declaration of war—because that's what it felt like—by Seraphina and Rachel, the situation had somehow escalated further. Naturally, Cecilia and Rose had thrown their hats into the ring as well, because of course they had. And so, the four of them had spent the following days locked in a silent, unspoken cold war, each one making sure the others didn't get an unfair advantage.
The result?
I didn't technically have a date to the Sophomore Ball.
'I should not be worried, right?' I thought, adjusting my tie as I finished getting ready.
The knock at my door interrupted that train of thought.
I opened it, only to be met with a head of deep navy-blue hair and an expression that screamed 'I have better things to do than be here.'
Clana Lopez, the Headmaster's daughter.
