Rumours. Liliana hates every one of them. In Silverleaf Academy people see her as the queen bee of the academy. Thanks to her family, she quickly became renowned at Silverleaf Academy. At first, she hated how people looked at her, feeling everyone's gaze. But as time passed and some started to admire her—some even worshipped her—she began to enjoy it. Being admired by everyone made her happy, made her feel important, a sense of worth she'd never felt from her family. The air in the grand hallways always feels crisp with the scent of expensive perfume and the murmur of students vying for attention.

The first year at Silverleaf passed quickly, and she had already made her place clear. No boring or ordinary people. It was simple. She hadn’t realized it, but she had changed in so many ways. Once a soft-hearted girl, she had grown cold and manipulative, using people however she wanted. After all, no one objected to her. On the contrary, people supported her and followed her like lost puppies. Her polished leather shoes click sharply against the marble floors as she passes, heads turning in her wake.

Later, she said goodbye to Madison, her only close friend, before heading to the dorm room she shared with her. Liliana opened the door cautiously, looking around to ensure no one was watching. The hallway smells of lemon polish and teenage anxiety. She held a bouquet of flowers behind her back—her favorite, the ones that always made her smile. Entering the room, she saw her sitting in the living room, the afternoon sunlight casting golden streaks across her profile.

Hey, my pookie, she said softly, pulling out the flowers. The paper wrapping crinkles softly in the quiet room. I know you're probably mad at me about today, but you know I can't let anyone find out about our... relationship. Are we good? Hmm? She hoped for forgiveness. She needed it. The scent of the flowers fills the air between them, sweet and cloying.