Lustre’s POV
I couldn’t stay for the rest of the class, I didn’t even have to.
When the teacher returned and saw the pitiful state I was in, she allowed me to leave class. From the look on her face when she sent me off, I could tell that she had a clue who’d orchestrated my misery but she knew better than to step on the toes of an alpha prince that could crush her career in seconds.
Minutes after I left class, Amelia had flooded my phone with several texts about how badly she felt for me and how desperately she’d like to help me fix my hair.
We’d already agreed to meet in the home economics practical lab to use supplies there and fix my hair but she suddenly canceled on me because a family emergency came up.
Being disappointed made me cry afresh, so hard that I had to press a palm a
