Luxemount High looked nothing like anything Lydia had ever seen before.
Her old school was all glass and modern design, sleek and new. This place? It was like walking into a castle. Massive brick buildings that looked like they had been standing for centuries. The kind of place where you could just tell - money wasn't new here. It was old. Ancient.
Kids walked around like they owned the place. And maybe they did.
Perfect uniforms. Expensive bags. The type of confident walk that screamed, "My family has been here for generations."
Their movement almost felt choreographed. And then there were the looks. Oh, the looks. Some students did not even try to hide their stares. Those calculating eyes that seemed to measure her worth before she had even spoken a word. Rich kids had a wa
