Chapter 21. Prep Time
Anastasia's Pov I flipped open my textbook just as Diana strode into the classroom, a book in hand. I had even forgotten about her. We weren't particularly close, but we are familiar with each other—after all, we shared a dormitory. Still, her presence felt out of place; she's a home economics student and was not supposed to be in, here during prep time. I wonder why she suggested we work together when we weren't even in the same class? "I’m here," she announced, her voice bright and cheerful. I rolled my eyes internally, resisting the urge to respond with a sarcastic remark. Instead, I offered a nod, attempting a smile that felt as artificial as the cheap plastic decorations in the school cafeteria. I could almost taste the insincerity on my lips. Diana settled down beside
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