DAISY'S POV
I walked out of my last class of the day, feeling relieved that the weekend was finally within sight. As I made my way down the hallway, I saw Hannah and Eric walking together, Hannah's lips curled up in a smile. I couldn't help but feel happy as I watched them.
Just as I was about to turn the corner and head for the main exit, I noticed the students nearby were staring—not in a casual, passing glance kind of way, but with a star-struck expression. Their eyes were wide, and they looked like they were seconds away from pulling out their phones to take pictures.
I frowned, a little confused. Did I have something on my face?
I immediately reached into my bag for my compact mirror. Pulling it out, I flipped it open and held it up discreetly, looking at my reflection. As usual,
