Liora’s POV
Mr. Alder unplugged the speaker, casting the room into silence. The students who had been dancing suddenly froze, muttering amongst themselves in confusion. Everyone turned to the principal, still holding plates of food and red plastic cups. Mr. Alder stood there with the cord to the speaker clutched in his hands.
“Having a feast, are we?” he asked, looking around.
Bianca took a step forward, grinning haughtily. “My father sent us a meal so we could celebrate for the equinox. Would you like a plate, Mr. Alder? He sent roast hams, potatoes, vegetables, fresh bread… There’s even wine! Everything was freshly prepared by the royal kitchens tonight.”
The principal stared at her in shock like each word had been a bullet to the chest. “Absolutely not,” he said, his ton
