AMARA’S POV
When I told Nina yesterday that she could post those pictures if she wanted, I was angry…furious actually. I didn’t even think. But waking up this morning, everything hit differently.
What if she actually posts them?
What if the students see it? Or worse—what if my parents do?
No. They can’t. Not now, not when things are finally changing.
I need to talk to her, find a way to make peace. I sighed softly, brushing my fingers through my hair as I walked down the quiet corridor. My steps felt heavy. I didn’t even realize I had walked all the way to his office…Professor Black’s office.
Maybe I could also see him, explain why I didn't say anything yesterday. I just hoped he wasn’t still angry.
Without thinking, I turned the handle and stepped inside.
And froze.
Miss Miranda—
