There was a loud commotion echoing through the library. Someone was yelling, completely ruining the sacred silence of the building. A few students groaned audibly, muttering curses under their breath.
Verena, still squished behind the shelf, craned her neck and peeked over the top.
Wait a second… Was that a vent up there?
She looked back at the redhead, who was breathing like she just ran a marathon in heels. No way. Did this girl just crawl through a vent like some unhinged raccoon?
"Celestine! Where are you?! I know you're around here!"
The redhead stiffened, her hand still hovering too close to Verena's face.
Verena blinked. "...Celestine?"
Pause.
Celestine.
CELESTINE?!
As in Celestine Marlow?!
The poster girl for purity and perfection? The "flawless" heroine whose only real character trait was being aggressively nice and universally loved? The one all the broken, brooding male leads clung to like she was a life raft and they were drowning in tragic backstories?
