AMY’S POV
The next morning, the bright autumn sun illuminated the campus.
As Maya and I walked across the central quad toward the humanities building, the entire campus felt charged with a different kind of energy. Strung between the grand stone pillars of the student union was a massive, navy-blue banner with shimmering gold lettering:
ANNUAL UNIVERSITY VICTORY BALL — THIS FRIDAY NIGHT
"Look at that!" Maya squealed, grabbing my forearm and pointing up at the banner. "It's finally here! The Victory Ball is literally the biggest formal event of the entire semester!"
I looked up at the massive sign, feeling a sudden knot of anticipation tightening in my stomach. The Victory Ball was a legendary university tradition… an elegant, black-tie gala held in the grand ballroom on campus every y
