As they walked, Olive wiped at her tears, her chest heaving with quiet sobs. Lara remained by her side, her arm wrapped protectively around Olive, ready to listen whenever she was ready to speak.
Meanwhile, at the exclusive student cafeteria, Anabella sat down with a glass of orange juice in her hand. A smirk danced across her lips as she gazed into space, clearly lost in thought. Her self-satisfied demeanor drew no small amount of curiosity from the other students, though no one dared to approach her. Anabella's reputation for being intimidating kept their prying eyes at bay.
Racheal approached and sat down across from her, her expression a mixture of confusion and curiosity. She tilted her head slightly as she scrutinized her friend.
"What's going on, Anabella? Did you win the lottery or something?" she asked, her tone tinged with suspicion.
