Mira's Pov
I leaned back in my chair, the velvet cushioning perfectly moulding to my frame. My dorm was more like a mini penthouse, complete with a view of the campus that reminded me just how far above the rest I was. The glass coffee table in front of me held the remnants of my morning espresso, and next to it, my phone buzzed incessantly.
Chelsea had done her part, snapping those perfect photos of Sarah leaving Xavier’s office. I opened our group chat, scrolling through the flurry of shocked reactions to my earlier message. The plan was working.
“Oh, Sarah,” I whispered to myself, my lips curling into a smile. “You’ve always been so… naive.”
I typed quickly, letting my fingers craft the perfect narrative. It’s not just a rumour anymore. Look at these photos our precious Sarah has be
