The giggles around her grew louder, a maddening chorus of speculation and envy.
“I still can’t believe it,” one girl gushed. “An omega! Can you imagine? How lucky can someone get?”
“It’s not luck,” another chimed in. “It’s the Moon Goddess. That’s the only explanation. I mean, he’s a prince, and she’s just… well, her.”
Isabelle’s jaw tightened as her anger bubbled to the surface. She could feel their words clawing at her, tearing away what little composure she had left.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” she snapped, her voice cutting through the chatter. “You’re all just gossiping like fools.”
The girls paused for a moment, taken aback by her outburst, before exchanging sly smirks. One of them, a particularly bold brunette, leaned forward with a mocking tilt of her head.
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