“I’m. Not. Pregnant.” I bite out.
Celeste giggles. “I was kidding. I know you have a lot on your plate.”
I return my gaze to Luca, who is sitting at an empty table now. Unaffected by all the staring and whispering, he digs into his meal.
“He’s coming to the academy again?” Nate asks.
“Looks like it,” I reply, my eyes fixed on Luca.
The bell rings, signaling the end of breakfast. I shove the last bite of my cream croissant into my mouth and gather my things.
“Great. I have a class with Drullsmith,” Nate whines. He grabs the three croissants from his plate and stuffs them into a paper bag he keeps in his backpack. Celeste shoots him a look, and he sticks his tongue out at her. “Are you, the queen of chocolates, going to judge me now?”
Celeste smirks. “No. I just can’t imagine where al
