Chapter Twenty-six
MARIAM'S POV The weekend slipped by in a blur, and now it’s Monday. I woke up early and arrived on campus around 6:30 AM. As I sit here in my chair, I can’t help but think about Miguel. I’ve tried, really tried, to push him out of my mind since leaving his mansion that day, but somehow he keeps finding his way back in, plaguing my thoughts. I practiced on my own over the weekend, determined to be perfect and give him no reason to dislike me, even though we’ve rehearsed together before. I have a tendency to mess things up when I’m not emotionally stable, and the last thing I want is to trip over my own nerves during the presentation. Seyram walks in, dressed in professional attire. In fact, everyone in our class is supposed to dress this way for the presentation. I’m wearing bla
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