Lucien's Pov
I sit in the dimly lit conference room, eyes locked on the footage playing across my laptop screen. I came in early to grade a few papers—but instead walked straight into an emergency staff meeting.
“I don’t think punishment is necessary,” Lecturer Darren says, reclining lazily. “Stuff like that’s bound to happen at parties.”
Miranda scoffs. “With all due respect, Darren, this isn’t just ‘stuff.’ Someone smuggled narcotics into a college party. We’re lucky it didn’t make headlines.”
Several professors murmur in agreement.
“It’s a PR disaster waiting to happen,” another professor mutters.
But I can’t stop watching one figure on the screen—Sofia. Wild. Careless. Her hair whips like she’s weightless, shameless. Free..
“Sofia Carson—the girl dancing like she owns the place—
