MERRIELYNN.
Between working on dodging Cormac’s persistent meddling, and Juniper’s icy stares, I’d been walking on eggshells.
The only thing keeping me going was the Auction Dinner.
It wasn’t just an event; it was my lifeline.
Organizing the dinner was my ticket to proving to the headmaster that I could be a valuable student at Pinnthorpe Academy, despite the stigma that had followed me since day one.
If I could help pull off a flawless evening, I could leave this school with my dignity—and my record—intact.
The rehearsal was tonight, and I told myself I could make it through without any surprises.
The committee had turned the dining hall into a trial run for the big night.
String lights hung overhead, soft music played in the background, and students moved between tables set with
