Victoria's POV
I felt like I was floating in the air, and I could still feel the butterflies swarming on my stomach as I got inside my room; I was leaning on the door frame for a long while with a broad smile on my face before I walked towards my study table. I slowly put my books and notebooks on the table while I couldn't stop staring at Oliver's answer sheet, and I was staring at his neat handwriting with awe.
"Why are you so good with everything, Oliver?" I asked in the air, and I couldn't believe that I was fascinated even by his handwriting, and I realized Oliver Prize is more than just a pretty face, and I hate that we didn't get along, and there is no one to blame but me.
