The morning sun had barely risen when Aria walked through the halls of Crescent High, a quiet determination in her steps. The previous day’s revelations and the weight of her father’s business collapse still pressed heavily on her chest, but today she was determined to uncover the truth. She could no longer ignore that someone had betrayed her trust, twisting private conversations into rumors that humiliated her in front of the entire school.
Her first class was Literature, and as she entered the room, she noticed a familiar figure sitting near the back, smirking as she approached. Her stomach sank slightly. It was Clara Whitman—the girl who had seemed friendly at first but had gradually revealed a more calculating side. Aria’s intuition had whispered warnings, but she had brushed them as
