The sun beat down relentlessly on the sprawling grounds of the Schuyler mansion, casting shimmering ripples across the surface of the grand pool where Nikita Schuyler lounged with her friends. With a sigh of contentment, she stretched out on a luxurious sun lounger, basking in the warmth of the afternoon sun.
Beside her, Taylor and the rest of their circle of friends chattered excitedly, their voices mingling with the gentle splashing of water as they cooled off in the pool. But Nikita's thoughts were elsewhere, her mind consumed by thoughts of Amanda Summer and the recent humiliation she had endured.
"I still can't believe Amanda had the nerve to show her face after what happened in class," Taylor remarked, her tone laced with disdain. "She must have a death wish or something."
Nikita
