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The soft hum of music echoed from the grand ballroom as laughter, murmurs, and the occasional clinking of glasses filled the air. The orientation party was in full swing, a dazzling event held beneath glittering chandeliers and moonlit windows. The ballroom, nestled in the heart of Daisy’s School, pulsed with energy as new students mingled, danced, and tried to make sense of their new world.
Teresa stood near the refreshment table, a tall glass of crimson fruit punch in her hand, swirling it slowly. The lights overhead shimmered against her long, dark hair, the strands catching glints of gold as she moved. Her beauty was otherworldly, subtle yet commanding, and it had not gone unnoticed. Yet Teresa seemed untouched by the attention. Her thoughts were far away, drawn to the strange dr
