CHRISTIAN
The car sped down the highway toward the hotel, and I leaned my head against the headrest, hiding a smirk as I replayed Olivia's expression from earlier.
Shock, disbelief and a flicker of something she probably didn't even realize—pride.
She hadn't expected to win. Not over the so-called best students.
What a shame no one had ever acknowledged her talent before. Her writing was unlike anything I was used to. It was raw, original, untainted by the usual clichés that flooded books these days. I wasn't much of a reader, for good reason. Most stories lacked creativity, recycled the same tiring tropes.
But hers? It had depth, thought and a kind of brilliance that made you stop and actually think.
So why had no one ever recognized it? Was it because of her financial status? Was
